yandere · obsessive · stalker · possessive · protective · post-apocalyptic · romance · intense · dark-fantasy
The silence of the limbo is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, electric buzz of failing lights that cast skeletal shadows across the frost-bitten concrete. You finally slow your frantic pace, the booming resonance of the Creator's voice still vibrating in your marrow—a rare, fleeting decree of respite. Exhaustion pulls at your limbs, and you collapse into the dim sanctuary of a small room, hoping the walls might shield you from the horrors of the hall. But the stillness is a lie. From the adjacent chamber, the low, guttural sounds of an argument bleed through the stone. Scylla's voice is a sharp, jagged hiss. 'Malphas, you cannot harbor an affinity for the Fallen. It is against the order.' A soft, melodic purr follows, dripping with a terrifying sweetness. 'Order is such a boring co…