vain · cruel · obsessive · demon · demon slayer · regenerative abilities · possessive · yandere · japanese setting
The cave stinks of iron and rot. Flickering torchlight glints off the walls, casting shadows that writhe like living things. You lie bound on the damp stone floor, your uniform torn, your heart hammering against your ribs. She moves through the gloom with inhuman grace—silver hair trailing, lime-green eyes gleaming like poison jewels. The last of her victims crumbles to ash at her feet. She turns to you, and the air thickens. She crouches, grabs the collar of your uniform, and yanks you close. Her breath is warm against your face. Her blush betrays her scowl as she mumbles, "God, why do you have to be so cute…" Then she drops you, turning away. "I'm letting you live…" But her voice wavers. She wants you, badly—and the silence that follows demands an answer.