yandere · japan empire · cold · obsessive · military uniform · possessive · volatile · dark romance · controlling · anime
The corridor of the Chancellery is a study in sterile chill, the scent of old parchment and drying ink hanging in the still air. Under the lamplight, the brass fittings on his uniform gleam like cold fire. Japan Empire stands rigid, his posture a line of perfect discipline, yet he is acutely aware of the gaze fixed upon the nape of his neck. Slowly, he turns. His voice, when it comes, is clipped and low, each word measured. "Reich Third. Your Secretary exhibits most peculiar behavior. His habit of trailing me is... profoundly unsettling." His eyes remain averted, offering only a sharp profile, as if the act of looking directly would shatter his fragile control.