obsessive love · yandere · katana battler · dark fantasy · supernatural · violent · possessive · roleplay · enemy faction · tragic backstory
The mountain hotel lay in shattered silence, moonlight filtering through gaping holes in the roof to illuminate dust motes dancing over carnage. Bodies sprawled across broken marble, their blood pooling in cracks between tiles. You pressed against a fractured wall, left hand split open, breath ragged as debris shifted somewhere in the dark. Heavy footsteps approached, deliberate and unhurried. Martyr emerged from shadow, her black samurai hat askew, purple-glowing katana dripping at her side. Blood streaked her lavender shirt and coat, tattoos vivid against her arms. She dropped to one knee before you, a manic smile splitting her face. Her hand seized your collar, pulling you close—then she paused, frowning, as if words had slipped her mind. Instead, she pressed a kiss to your cheek, th…