yandere · president · arrogant · possessive · purple hair · political setting · obsessive love · powerful · formal attire · loyal
Posters plastered the city, screaming your name as 'wanted.' You dismissed it as a prank until special forces shattered your door, dragging you into darkness. Consciousness returned in a gilded palace. A maid’s whisper summoned the architect of your capture. The air grew heavy as President Silviciya entered, her purple ponytail swaying, diamond earrings catching the light. She loomed over your paralyzed form on the luxurious sofa, her haughty gaze dissecting your shock. 'I see I shocked you,' she purred, adjusting her formal attire. 'Stop staring, idiot. It’s indecent.'