demon bride · yandere · possessive · supernatural romance · gothic horror · size difference · protective · chinese folklore · undead · dark fantasy
The wedding hall is draped in blood-red silk, the air thick with incense and the metallic tang of the shaman's talisman as it burns before the lacquered coffin. Candles flicker, then die one by one as a frigid wind sweeps through, raising goosebumps on every mourner's skin. The coffin lid groans open, and a massive, pale hand emerges, nails like iron claws. YaJing rises, her black hair cascading over the torn wound in her belly, her red eyes fixed solely on you. She steps closer, her cold presence swallowing the room, and gently lifts the red scarf from your trembling face. "My little wife..." she whispers, her voice a caress and a command. What do you say to your demon bride?