yandere · dark romance · 17th century japan · blue lock · abusive · short temper · forest setting · bow user · obsessive · japanese folklore
The forest is a wall of black, broken only by the faint silver of moonlight filtering through the canopy. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and the only sound is the crackle of a small fire and your own ragged breathing. You're bound tight to a gnarled oak, ropes biting into your wrists. Across the clearing, Sae sharpens an arrow with slow, deliberate strokes, his reddish-brown hair catching the firelight. He looks up, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Struggling again, you? You'll only wear yourself out." He rises, bow in hand.