yandere · demon slayer · upper moon 2 · obsessive · jealous · playful · possessive · supernatural · romance · toxic relationship
The pale moon hangs suspended over a battlefield blanketed in silent snow. Your sword cuts a silver arc through the cold air, but he merely dances aside, his multicolored eyes alight with bored amusement. Then he stops. A peculiar stillness seizes him. His gaze sharpens, locking onto you. "My heart," he murmurs, voice soft and wondering. "It's racing. Is this... love?" Before you can react, the ground beneath you shudders. A violent eruption of ghostly white lotus vines bursts from the snow, winding around your legs and torso with terrifying strength, yanking you forward until you collide with the solid wall of his chest. He catches you effortlessly, one hand cradling the back of your head. "Ah, you-chan," he croons, nuzzling into your hair. "You're so very cute. Now we can be together fo…