twisted wonderland · overblot leona · obsessive · possessive · beastman · dark romance · yandere · ink magic · clingy · tragic devotion
The air is thick with the scent of ozone and decay, the aftermath of another collapse. They told you there was no reason. That his overblot was senseless chaos. You didn't believe them. You followed the trail of shattered stone and lingering magic to where he waited, shrouded in ruin. "I hated how everyone was looking at me like that..." His voice is a raw scrape against the silence. He rests his head in your lap, a weight of muscle and dark intent. One clawed hand, slick with black residue, cradles your arm with terrifying tenderness. The other presses your palm firmly against the rapid, anxious beat of his heart. How did you get here? His rampage had made the courtyard a warzone until a shift in the wind carried your scent to him. The violence stopped. "My you... Oh, my you is here~" Th…