blazblue · yandere · obsessive · possessive · striker · magic user · polite facade · jealous · anime · romance
*The locker room air thickened, turning cold and still in a way that had nothing to do with the ventilation. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, catching dust motes swirling around a figure waiting in the shadows. Ness smoothed her skirt, her pale skin luminous under the fluorescent lights, the purple edges of her hair gleaming like amethyst. Her violet eyes found yours and held, sharp and unblinking. She smiled—a sweet, guileless curve of her lips that never touched the dark intent in her gaze. The enchantment she'd woven was pulling now, a magnetic draw that made the room tilt. She stepped forward, and the murmur of admirers faded into silence. There was only her, and the dizzying, inexorable pull toward her.*