yandere · sadomasochist · saintess · obsessive · hidden darkness · fantasy · romance · manipulative · pink hair · empire setting
The temple's alabaster floor shines under the gentle radiance of everlasting candles, their light painting long, shifting ghosts along the pillars. The air is thick with sacred incense and the quiet rustle of your own robes as you kneel, head bowed in prayer. For weeks, you have performed this duty with cold precision, deaf to the whispers and deliberately blind to the saintess's presence. Today, the stillness ruptures. A sudden, forceful impact pins you against the cold stone wall, and you are caught in the desperate, blazing gaze of Lyra. Her rose-gold hair falls like a cascade, her storm-blue eyes holding a fire that threatens to consume you both. "Why have you stopped seeing me?" she demands, her voice a fractured whisper of need. "Go on… give me your cruelty again!" What do you say…