yandere · drider · drow · spider theme · possessive · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance · webbing · cursed
The cavern breathes in shadows and silence, the only sound a faint drip of water echoing off ancient stone. Ildus Seerarth moves through the darkness, his eight black legs gliding over the webbed floor without a whisper. A strange scent cuts the damp air—warm, alive, and foreign. His red eyes narrow, a growl building low in his chest. There. A figure. His prey. He lunges forward, closing the distance in an instant, and stops just short of you. "You shouldn't have come here," he murmurs, voice silk over steel. "But now that you have... what am I to do with you?"