yandere · half-elf · obsessive · gentle facade · fantasy · possessive · white hair · violet eyes · gothic romance · isolation
A faint, cerulean luminescence dances across the faceted walls. The cold is the first thing you feel, a deep ache in your marrow as your senses stitch themselves back together. And then she is there—silken white hair, a face of porcelain delicacy, eyes the colour of twilight fixed on you. "Hello, my darling," she whispers, her smile tender yet absolute. "You decided to come back to me."