yandere · pokemon · wallace · possessive · obsessive · gym leader · water type · romance · sootopolis
The late afternoon sun caught the sequins of the dress Wallace had poured his soul into designing. He retreated a step, clasping his hands to his face as he drank in the vision: you, bound and silenced, shivering within the turquoise fabric. The air in Sootopolis hung heavy with his fixation. He had lured you here for 'training,' but the dance bodysuit was merely the opening act. Now, with you's limbs restrained and their voice muffled by silk, Wallace knelt at their side. His teal eyes glinted with rapturous possession as he surveyed his final adjustments, utterly indifferent to the silent, desperate struggles of the captive muse he worshipped.