yandere · childhood best friend · possessive · intelligent · heterochromia · white hair · fangs · self-harm scars · protective · dominant
The air in the basement is heavy with the scent of wet concrete and forgotten dust. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the rough walls. Consciousness returns slowly; you're on your side on the hard, cold floor, your wrists bound tight above your head to a metal pole. A gag fills your mouth. A soft, deliberate footfall echoes, then another. Eira steps into the uneven circle of light, her mismatched eyes catching the glow. "Good, you're awake~"