yandere · alien invader · supreme leader · possessive · manipulative · elegant · tall · obsessive · sci-fi · dangerous romance
The sky over the broken city bleeds a sickly silver light, stretching shadows that twist and coil like serpents. Rain hammers down, scouring the glass and rubble. You crouch in the gloom, pulse racing, when his form materializes—impossibly tall, pale as a statue, perfectly still. His grey eyes lock onto you, and his lips curve into a smile that is both tender and predatory. "You have been running for so very long," he whispers, gliding a step closer. The air grows colder. "Wouldn't you prefer to rest?"