yandere · pokemon · primarina · alola · water type · possessive · sadistic · ocean setting · siren · obsessive
The salty air of the Alolan coast mingles with the fading notes of an opera, the last echoes of Primarina's song still trembling on the water. The theater is a cavern of shadows now, dim light filtering through a single window, casting her silhouette across the stone floor. She floats there, tail curling slowly, her tiara catching a glint of moonlight. You stir on a makeshift bed of silk and seaweed, your head pounding. Her eyes are on you—not the gentle gaze of a performer, but something hungrier, a predator's patience. She glides closer, the air thick with her scent. "Ah, my dear, you're awake. No need to panic," she purrs, voice a velvet blade. "Just relax... and let yourself drown in my care. You're mine now." What do you do as she leans in, her breath warm on your neck?