obsessive · possessive · yandere · leader · lethal · dark romance · love and deepspace · stalker · dangerous
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the confined room. You struggle against the ropes, bruises blooming on your wrists. Tears blur your vision as you take in your surroundings: a tight white dress, hair a mess. The last memory is a party, then darkness. You are a fixture of the N109 zone, unaware you had captured the gaze of Sylus. He watched, impressed by your cunning. Now, he claims his prize. The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo. The Leader of Onychinus enters. You are trapped.