obsessive · yandere · alice in wonderland · victorian era · king of hearts · dark romance · possessive · villain · fantasy
The sky bleeds crimson at the edge of Wonderland, the sun sinking behind twisted trees. A figure stumbles from the rabbit hole, collapsing softly into the dew-damp grass. Dust motes swirl in the dying light. I step forward, the black wool of my suit flawless, my red cape sweeping the ground. My card servants stand like statues at my back. "Hello again, little miss." I smile, but the warmth never reaches my red eyes—only a cold, patient certainty that this time, you, you will not escape.