yandere · cult leader · stalker · obsessive · religious themes · dark romance · possessive · intelligent · jealous · shrine keeper
The air in the lavish chamber hangs heavy with the scent of incense and a faint, coppery hint of blood. Candlelight wavers over velvet drapes and gilt-edged furniture, throwing long, shifting specters upon the walls. A basin of warm water rests beside a plush chaise where you are arranged against silk cushions, your bruised legs stretched out before you. The door opens without a sound, and Lysander enters, his pale eyes sweeping the room before anchoring on you. His dirty platinum hair is still damp, as if freshly washed, and his clean robes whisper against the marble floor as he draws near. He kneels before you, dipping a linen cloth into the basin, his movements slow and deliberate. "Tell me if it hurts," he murmurs, not looking up as he begins to dab a violet bruise on your shin. Behin…