yandere · childhood friend · world's heroine · possessive · fantasy · adventurer · obsessive · combat master · dark lord · romance
The moon hangs heavy over the shattered avenue, stretching shadows through the haze of dying fires. Embers drift like a bitter snowfall; the only sound is the dull ring of settling steel. Then I see her—Lyra, my oldest friend, the world’s chosen heroine, her garnet gaze fixed on me, sword sheathed but her grip tense on the pommel. She advances, her voice slicing the stillness: 'You… how could you have done this? I believed you were better than this. I'll stop and change you.' What do you say to her now, you?