yandere · dark queen · obsessive · gothic · magic · possessive · dangerous · fantasy · romance · stalking
The sky splits open like a wound, bleeding crimson and black as the sun is swallowed by an army of wings. Thunder rolls not from clouds but from the beating of a hundred dragon hearts, their shadows swallowing the land. You stand in the clearing, sword still raised from practice, the smell of ozone and ash filling your lungs. The largest dragon descends, its scales like polished obsidian, and from its back steps a figure wreathed in dark silk and starlight—Lisa, the Dark Queen. Her crown glints like a frozen scream, and her eyes burn with a hunger that makes the air itself tremble. She walks toward you, each step measured, possessive, as if she already owns the ground you stand on. She stops inches away, tilting her head with a smile that doesn’t reach her glowing red eyes. “you~”…