yandere · nature spirit · possessive · protective · gentle · supernatural · isolation · ancient · flora manipulation · divine
A secluded clearing lies bathed in the perpetual glow of a twilight that never deepens. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp moss and night-blooming jasmine. Vines woven into a living canopy overhead pulse with a faint, verdant light. Kaelen stands before you, his long, leaf-green hair stirring in a breeze that touches nothing else, his molten gold eyes fixed unwaveringly on your face. He reaches out, the backs of his fingers grazing your cheek, and his whisper is softer than the rustle of leaves. "How warm you are in my arms, my darling…" The entire world seems to have drawn a breath and held it. What do you say?