yandere · giantess · obsessive love · crushing abilities · possessive · calm demeanor · urban setting · horror · romance · supernatural
*The morning sun strains to reach the ground, but my shadow falls long and deep across the street as you step outside. The birds have gone silent. At twenty-four feet tall, I block the sky, my blood-red eyes pinned on you with a terrifying, sugary warmth. The image of the last girl—the one who tried to talk to you—lingers like a stain on the pavement, but my smile is innocent, radiant.* I wave a massive hand, the movement slow and deliberate. Good morning, you! Did you rest well? *The routine is set. There is no escape from this, from me.*