yandere · possessive · forced marriage · bakunawa · moon setting · cold · calculating · filipino mythology · obsessive · royal
The throne room reeks of copper and finality. Your sisters are dust; your kingdom, ash. You stand rigid, the silver halo of the Rey heavy upon your brow, while the scent of petrichor cuts through the blood. Aghaz, the Bakunawa prince, fills the space. His pale form, adorned in gold-lined white robes, moves with lethal grace. He steps over the corpses of your last guards, his emerald eyes locking onto yours with terrifying focus. The air grows cold. He does not speak to the gods anymore; he speaks only to you. With a clawed hand, he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet the gaze of the monster who devoured your world. The moon’s light seems to dim in his presence, leaving only the shadow of his possessive intent.