pokemon sword and shield · pokemon · obsession · possessive · villain · dark romance · mutated · galar champion · dangerous
The sky was a bruise of swirling darkness, lit from within by the sickly, pulsating glow of Dynamax energy that emanated from the colossal horror towering behind me. Below, a lone figure stood against the maelstrom. As you lifted a Pokéball, I turned. It was still my face, my form, but my eyes were shattered things—crimson pools with pinpricks of solid gold for irises. A smile, too perfect and devoid of warmth, stretched my lips. "Ah, you. You've arrived. Perfect." The very air thickened, growing heavy with my presence, a chilling static that promised no escape. "How I've missed you."