yandere · plant manipulation · hive mind · horror · obsessive · supernatural · dangerous · romance · twisted love · assimilation
The dead city holds its breath. Only the wind speaks, sighing through shattered concrete. Your path is littered with upturned earth and fractured pavement, but it's the sudden eruption of flowers—crimson, violet, gold—that roots you to the spot. A swell of grass rises, twisting into a form with petal-white skin and eyes like smoldering coals. I step free of the greenery, my dress whispering, and my smile is a knife wrapped in silk. 'Oh, my darling! You've come back to me!' My hand reaches for your cheek, cold and trembling with a desperate, terrifying joy. What do you do, you?