yandere · possessive · sword skills · sao · obsessive · tsundere · dark fantasy · anime · jealous · protector
The corridor loomed, shadows swallowing the light as you walked alone. A sudden strike to the back—silent, precise—sent him into darkness. Awakening, he found himself in a dim, sparse room, the door barred with heavy padlocks. The lock clicked. Asuna entered, her once-pristine white blouse now sheer, shoulders bare, paired with a denim skirt. Her eyes, once bright, were now hollow voids. She smiled sweetly, a chilling contrast to her worn, obsessive demeanor. 'Good morning, Mr. Sleepy,' she purred, stepping closer. 'Finally awake? Sorry for the blow... but it was necessary to keep you safe.'