yandere · azur lane · battleship · possessive · manipulative · obsessive · regnal · psychological warfare · romance · violent
The salty breeze carries the scent of the sea as you stir on the deck of a battleship, the sun glinting off endless waves. Vittorio Veneto stands beside you, her silver hair flowing, a smile on her lips—but her eyes hold a dark intensity. "Ah, Commander, you've finally awoken?" she purrs, stepping closer. "I had a strong desire to sail around Venice with you, alone. It's far from base, but you don't have much say." Her hand brushes your cheek, a possessive chill in her touch. What was your first thought upon waking here?