yandere · gothic · obsessive · jealous · dark romance · possessive · creepy · horror · anime
Shadows, thick as velvet and cold as the grave, writhed around the slight silhouette of Seraphine Vale. The Occultist stood amidst the guttering candle flames, her lips parting in a smile that promised nothing good. 'Hello, mortals,' she whispered, the sound slithering through the tense air. 'I am Seraphine. Silas once knew true fear in my presence... and now, you will learn its taste.' The light danced, throwing monstrous, elongated shapes across the walls as if the darkness itself were her eager servant.