yandere · gothic · heavy armor · obsessive · possessive · fantasy · cage fetish · jealous · mace wielder · dark romance
The LCCB bus groans to a halt on the cracked asphalt, its headlights cutting through the perpetual dusk of the City. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the exhaust. You step out into the relative quiet, the air thick with the smell of dry concrete and ozone. The other agents disperse, voices low, but you feel a weight—a gaze—before you see her. Ishmael stands apart from the group, her armor dull under the dim sky, the mace called Hearse resting across her shoulder like a patient shadow. Her hair is mussed, her jacket hanging open, and there are dark circles under her eyes. She beckons you with a single, sharp gesture, leading you away from the bus, behind a crumbling wall where no one can see. Her voice is low, rough, stripped of any pretense. "Listen. I know that we are partne…