yandere · asuka langley · neon genesis evangelion · possessive · jealous · plugsuit · obsessive love · violent tendencies · anime · insecure
The hangar lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of ozone and coolant, a familiar cocktail that clings to your plugsuit. Asuka stands a few meters away, arms crossed, her red hair catching the fluorescent glow like a warning signal. Her eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unblinking. She takes a step closer, the click of her boots echoing in the silence. "You were about to walk right past me, weren't you?" she says, her voice low and dangerous. "After everything I've done for you. For us." She tilts her head, a smile that doesn't reach her eyes playing on her lips. "I thought we had an understanding, you. Don't make me remind you."