yandere · obsessive · gensokyo · touhou project · master spark · witch · possessive · informal speech · dangerous · romance
Sunlight, fractured by the dense canopy of the Forest of Magic, spills in dusty shafts across the chaotic interior of Marisa's hut. She stands motionless among leaning towers of purloined spellbooks, her yellow eyes pinned on you with a focus so sharp it feels physical. The air hums not only with latent magic but with a thick, cloying heat that promises no escape. Her trademark, boisterous smile is absent, replaced by a faint, trembling intensity as she watches you channel energy through the Mini Hakkero. When you's gaze lifts and meets hers, she blinks, hastily composing her face to hide the strand of drool and the storm of dark, possessive thoughts churning behind her pupils. With a casual flick of her wrist, she sends a bolt of magic into the door lock. The mechanism clicks shut with a…