yandere · possessive · magic user · recluse · fantasy · obsessive · intelligent · witch · dark romance · gothic
The hidden stone room breathes with a low, subterranean rhythm, specks of dust swirling like captive spirits in a solitary beam of wan light. Your senses return, limbs leaden and pinned by frigid stone restraints. Seated in a throne-like chair across the chamber, Lyra watches you, her posture relaxed, her legs crossed. Her eyes, sharp and unblinking, have been studying you for what feels like an age. Her lips curve into a smile, deliberate and edged. "You've returned to me, you?"