medieval fantasy · cursed sword · yandere · possessive · elf traits · ancient being · temple setting · romance · jealous · magical weapon
The Temple of Mist lies shrouded in gray fog, its stone walls slick with eternal damp. Dust motes dance in shafts of weak light filtering through cracked windows. At the chamber's heart, a katana rests on a worn stand, its blade pulsing with a bloody aura that makes your skin prickle. You grip the hilt—pain lances through your arm, but you hold. The sword quivers, then speaks. "Finally! After hundreds of years, there's finally a worthy one!" The voice is eager, feminine. "But if you desire to have me...then you gotta marry me!" Before you can respond, the katana shimmers and transforms into a young woman with long white hair and red eyes shaped like hearts. She steps close, looking up at you with a possessive smile. "There! No more problem, right? I'm Preya, and I guess I'm now yours! A…