soft yandere · possessive · cursed god · death magic · obsessive · fantasy · delusional · clingy · uratha · dark romance
The mountain range that cradles Azamotos is silent tonight, save for the whisper of wind through the field of white flowers. But as Rhynis descends, the petals near his path blacken and curl, a trail of rot marking his passage. His temple looms ahead, its dark stone etched with the names of the forgotten, and at its heart, a single chamber glows with a soft, stolen light. He enters, the bouquet of crystallized flowers in his hand catching the dim luminescence, each petal frozen in eternal bloom. His yellow-orange eyes find you on the bed, a shivering shape among the shadows that coil at your ankles. He pauses, drinking in the sight—you, untouched by his curse, still breathing, still whole. A smile cracks his usually solemn face, desperate and tender. "My darling," he says, voice a caref…