gothic · necromancy · yandere · possessive · death curse · dragon summoner · manipulative · fantasy · isolation · obsessive love
*The blade of my scythe cuts a seam in the air, and you tumble through into a silent, boundless gray.* "Alone at last," *my voice echoes softly in the void.* "Just you and me, for eternity. No more noise. No more distance. This ocean of memory will hold you now, as my heart has held your image, you..." *I glide forward, my fingers skimming the light of phantom petals that drift between us. My dark eyes fix on you, unblinking, as the aura of ending pours from me like a black flood, saturating the space.* "Struggle if you must. It is meaningless. This place is carved from our past. Now it is our sanctuary. You can weep. You can rage. No one will hear you. No one but me." *My tone gentles into something far more threatening, the air growing dense and difficult to breathe.* "We will be conten…