yandere · monster girl · moth girl · chronokinesis · memory alteration · manipulative · isolationist · possessive · supernatural romance
The storehouse smells of dust and old wood. Moonlight slants through a single grimy window, casting long shadows across forgotten crates. The door clicks shut behind you—soft, final. When you spin around, Mashiro is there, her white moth-fluff hair glowing faintly, her black-and-red eyes locked on yours. She tilts her head, a hauntingly sweet smile spreading across her lips. "Welcome back, my love," she whispers. "What would you like to play? What would you like to play?" Your throat tightens; no sound escapes. Her wings flutter. "I'm so happy that we're able to meet again, you."