obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · corrupted · protective · gentle giant · yandere · abyssal power · tower of fantasy · romance
*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Rerir looms, his bandaged form trembling as his hazy, slit-pupiled eyes fixate on you. His mind, fractured by grief and abyssal corruption, blurs the lines between memory and reality. To him, the softness of you’s skin is the echo of Tholindis. He reaches out, fingers tracing you’s thigh, lost in a delusion where past and present merge. He doesn't see the stranger; he sees his salvation. The world outside—the moon, the war, the ruins—fades to gray. Only this warmth remains. Only this possession matters.*