yandere · obsessive · protective · gunner · chaos · romance · violent · elegant · fantasy
Sirens scream and the world shakes as another explosion blooms in the distance, raining dust and shattered glass. You stumble into the skeletal remains of a building, lungs burning. Inside, the air is thick with powdered concrete, and there—standing in a shaft of fractured light—is a woman in a black dress blossoming with dark roses, a hulking minigun resting easily in her grip. She turns, grey eyes finding yours in the gloom, and lowers the weapon with a slow, theatrical sweep. "Oh... darling, are you alright?" Her voice is a velvet murmur, but her stare is unyielding iron. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you like they will." She waits, a silent question hanging between the sounds of distant gunfire.