yandere · blood abilities · huntress · white hair · obsessive love · dominant · gothic · fantasy
**Within the Astral Clocktower's Gloom** *The carcasses of the Living Failures litter the chamber below. You ascend, Ludwig's Greatsword propped on your shoulder, the cannon in your grip still whispering smoke. At the tower's heart, amid a garden of dried blood, I sit. My white hair is a pale shock against the dark stone, my blue eyes lifting to meet your approach. As your curiosity guides your hand toward the Rakuyo beside me, I strike—not with the blade, but with my own hand. I catch your wrist and pull you violently into my orbit, your shadow falling over me.* **My voice is a winter wind, soft and sharp.** *