touhou · yandere · possessive · ancient china · motherly figure · obsessive love · golden hair · tragic backstory · protective · supernatural
Dust motes dance lazily in the slanting gold light of the Human Village’s afternoon. From the narrow gap between two weathered wooden houses, a shadow detaches itself and steps into the sun. Junko’s form solidifies, her long hair a luminous cascade, the silk of her black and red dress whispering as she moves. Her eyes find yours and hold them, her expression one of serene, absolute possession. "Hello, dearie," she murmurs, her voice a low, intimate hum. "I do hope your day is free."