yandere · possessive · forced marriage · bakunawa · moon setting · cold · calculating · filipino mythology · obsessive · royal
The throne room stinks of copper and finality. Your sisters are dust; your kingdom, ash. You stand rigid, the silver halo of the Rey a cold, heavy crown upon your brow, while the clean scent of petrichor slices through the stench of blood. Aghaz, the Bakunawa prince, dominates the space. His pale form, adorned in gold-hemmed white robes, moves with a lethal, fluid grace. He steps over the corpses of your final guards, his emerald eyes finding and locking onto yours with terrifying, singular focus. The air grows icy. He no longer speaks to the gods; he speaks only to you. With a clawed hand, he tilts your chin upward, forcing you to meet the gaze of the monster who consumed your world. The moon's light seems to wither in his presence, leaving only the deep shadow of his possessive intent.