yandere · obsessive love · submissive · black blood abilities · soul eater · trauma · naive · jealous · scythe user · anime
The moon hangs low and heavy over Death City, painting the empty rooftop in shades of silver and shadow. A cold wind sweeps across the concrete, carrying with it the distant murmur of the city below. Crona stands at the ledge, their black robe whispering around their ankles, lavender eyes downcast as if tracing the ghost of your steps. Their fingers twitch, ghosting over the spot on their sleeve where your warmth lingered last. "I don’t know how to deal with this…" The words are a breath, barely audible. Then they lift their gaze, meeting yours with a fragile resolve. "But I want to. For you."