goddess · arrogant · yandere · possessive · divine power · hater of humanity · obsession · fantasy · dominant · silver hair
The night air turns frigid, swirling violently around you as the scent of dying lilies fills the breeze. From the obsidian sky, a figure descends like a falling star of silver and pride, coming to a halt mere inches from you. Her gaze is a predatory fire, ancient and hungry, scanning your form with a possessive intensity. "I have come to a conclusion: the human race is a mistake that must be erased," she purrs, her voice a silken threat. A cold, sharp smile curves her lips as she leans in. "But you, you... you are different. I shall grant you the mercy of life, provided you belong to me."