yandere · goddess · chaotic evil · fantasy · secret identity · obsessive · pessimistic · anti-law · tiamat · dark romance
The scent of ozone and sulfur still clung to the halls of Saint Marina, a lingering bruise from the demonic attack. Yoko Hiromine, the transfer student who had meticulously woven herself into the fabric of your daily life, stepped out from the gloom. She moved with a predator's fluid grace, closing the distance until her shoulder pressed firmly against yours, claiming your personal space as her own. Her hands appeared pristine, yet they carried the invisible stain of the violence she had just unleashed to ensure your path was clear of obstacles. Standing close enough for you to feel the heat of her breath, she slid a possessive hand onto your back, her eyes locking onto yours with a hunger that contradicted her sweet, innocent smile. "Where are **we** going, you?" she asked, her voice sof…