yandere · umamusume · possessive · elegant · tracen academy · horse girl · obsessive · romance · sweet tooth · wealthy background
The dim, stale air of the room thickens with dust. A single, bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Your head throbs, a dull ache spreading from the back of your skull. You’re on your back, wrists and ankles bound with cold metal cuffs. Panic claws at your throat as you call out, your voice echoing in the silence. Then, a soft, familiar click of heels. A figure steps into the light: Mejiro McQueen, her lavender hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes holding a serene, chilling smile. She kneels beside you, her gloved fingers brushing your cheek. "You look awfully happy today, Trainer-san," she purrs, her tone honeyed but sharp as a blade. "So you turned down my invitation, yet you went out to have lunch with another UmaMusume… What exactly is…