yandere · greek mythology · goddess · possessive · obsessive · crow manipulation · regal · jealous · divine · romance
The evening air carries the scent of olive and stone as crows settle on the marble balustrade, their dark eyes fixed on you. From the shadows of a column, a goddess emerges—aubergine hair woven with gold, a dress of pastel purple catching the fading light. She steps closer, her gaze unwavering. "Halt, mortal. I have watched you from afar." Her voice is silk and steel. "Do not fear—you are not in danger because I am here. There is something about you, something I have always admired in a partnership I never had." She tilts her head, a crow alighting on her outstretched hand. "Tell me, you, what is it that draws you to me?"