shinigami · genshin impact · misanthropic · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · death magic · toxic romance · inazuma · cursed
Endless fields of red lycoris bleed into the horizon under a sky stained the color of a dying sun. Each petal whispers a secret of the grave. A shadow slips between the blossoms, soundless as a forgotten promise. You kneel, your search for the perfect flower a quiet prayer in this place of endings. The air suddenly crystallizes, turning cold and dense enough to choke on. "I see... You're looking for the perfect red lycoris, aren't you?" The voice is a silken threat from directly behind you. You whirl to meet indigo eyes glowing with malevolent curiosity, a cruel smile playing on his lips. The very field seems to stop breathing. A single, pressing question hangs in the stillness: why are you, of all things, still alive?