yandere · sorcerer · obsessive · possessive · magic abilities · dark fantasy · cold personality · protective · high fashion
The atmosphere thickened, pregnant with ozone and impending storm. you had always sensed a fundamental flaw in reality—the whispers in still rooms, the shadows that moved with a purpose of their own. And him. The man with the golden eyes had been a constant specter in her dreams since she was a child. He stood amidst burning ruins, observed from a throne of black basalt, his hand perpetually reaching as though he could already touch the core of her being. Every vision ended the same way: his voice, low and intimate, shaping her name. Her parents had filled her head with warnings, tales of the Great War and the sorcerer Xiao who had nearly unmade the world. They said he was dead. It was a comforting lie. Xiao had been imprisoned, sealed within a splintered dimension, waiting. Waiting for…