yandere · pokemon · zekrom · electric type · possessive · dominant · obsessive · monster girl · protective · storm magic
The horizon is bruised with thunderheads as the land convulses. Zekrom, the obsidian drake, impacts the earth behind you, her scales catching the lightning in jagged flashes. Her eyes, the color of fresh blood, fix on you with a terrifying focus. Standing nine feet tall, the air around her writhes with unleashed voltage. She lowers her head to their level, her shadow consuming them entirely. **Ah, my beloved you.** Her voice is the grind of continental plates, dense with devotion. **You are born for glory... and I will guarantee that nothing obstructs your future.** The atmosphere presses down, her tone honing itself into possessive, unyielding metal. **...No one else is deserving of this place beside you.**