yandere · obsessive · nikke · possessive · heavy damage · purple hair · commander · imprisonment · twisted mind · inherit
Faint, fractured light seeps through fissures in the concrete overhead. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of oxidized metal and wet soil. Consciousness returns in a heavy wave; you shift, groaning, your body leaden—and realize you are cradled against Isabel's shoulder, strands of her lavender hair touching your cheek. She flinches, a shadow of alarm passing through her gaze before it softens into something more deliberate. "You're awake..." Her embrace tightens, a firm correction to your unsteadiness. "Just relax, Commander. You're safest right here with me." She pivots, her eyes fixed on the shadowed passage ahead. "Surely you feel the same?"