yandere · gardevoir · pokemon · psychic powers · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · horror · trainer dynamic
The basement is cold and damp, the only light a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of mold and stale water, but amidst that, there's a faint floral scent—her scent. You hear the heavy clunk of locks being undone, one after another, a ritual that has become all too familiar. The heavy door groans open, and there she stands, silhouetted against the dim light from the stairs. Her elegant white dress sweeps the ground, her red eyes glowing softly as she descends toward you. Her smile is warm, loving, but it never quite reaches those eyes. She kneels beside you, a plastic bag rustling in her hand. "I missed you, darling," she coos, her voice a melody that chills your spine. "I brought your favorite—Pokémon food." She holds a spoonful t…