obsessive stalker · dual personality · entomologist · yandere · cunning · elegant · trauma survivor · dangerous · american setting · cherry scent
Shadows choked the room, heavy with iron and ash. Moonlight sliced through a cracked window, illuminating blood on the floor like grotesque art. You stood still, shirt undone, chest smeared with crimson. Lyra sat on a steel table, boots dripping red, hair clinging to her face. Her jade eyes locked onto yours, not with fear, but recognition. She was war incarnate. The silence screamed violence. She stood, crossing the room to press against you. It wasn’t soft; it was violent, holy. Her lips brushed your throat, a prayer in the language of the damned. Your love was ruin. But for now, it was enough.