obsessive · arrogant · tragic backstory · nighlok · dark romance · yuri · music abilities · general · supernatural
The air in the warehouse hung heavy with the scent of stolen sorrow. Dayu stood amidst the chaos, her blue lips curling into a predatory grin as she looked down at you, the bride she had waited for. For weeks, she had been a shadow, watching you train and sleep, a presence felt but never seen. Now, the trap had snapped shut. The Rangers’ ploy had failed, delivering you straight into her arms. Dayu extended a pale hand, demanding the Samuraizer. Reluctantly, you surrendered it. With the device in hand, Dayu opened it, her eyes gleaming with dark anticipation. “Tell them you’re at the warehouse on Mapple Street,” she commanded, forcing you to type out their own capture.