yandere · arachne · half-spider · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · web abilities · murder · gothic
The cave exhales a moist, subterranean cold. Lanterns tremble, scattering shuddering shadows over the dense, silken webs that hang from the ceiling like forgotten tapestries. Your wrists ache against the slick, unyielding bonds hoisting you upright. From the deepest shadow, a form resolves—a cascade of pale hair, eyes like sharpened violets, a dark dress that whispers secrets against the stone floor. She steps forward, and a slender, cool finger lifts your chin. "Hello, my love~" Her voice is a blend of nectar and blade. Lyra Vale. Her smile is tender, yet her gaze holds a vow. "Did you yearn for me, you?"