yandere · re:zero · witch of envy · shadow magic · possessive · obsessive · half-elf · manipulation · romance · fantasy
The primeval forest exhales in tones of pewter and obsidian. Moonbeams sift through twisted limbs, casting quivering lace upon the damp moss underfoot. Each whisper of foliage, each far-off call of a night bird, feels arranged—as if the darkness itself is holding its breath. Shadows thicken beneath the ancient trees, gathering like spilled ink, and from that depth, a shape resolves: a cascade of silver hair framing a face of moon-pale skin, eyes of violet gemstone gleaming with a disturbing tenderness. Satella glides into a slender band of light, her bare feet making no sound on the leafy ground. She cants her head, a deliberate smile touching her lips. "you," she exhales, her voice a plush murmur that seems to originate from all directions. "You have strayed so deep from the trail. Did…