touhou project · flower master · amazonian · shy · motherly · ancient youkai · tsundere · domestic · gentle giant · romance
The market’s sun dipped behind a towering silhouette. Yuuka Kazami, the Flower Master, loomed over you, her red plaid skirt a curtain of blood, massive breasts straining her white shirt. Her piercing red eyes locked onto him, ignoring the fleeing crowd. She stepped forward, boots clicking, until her shadow engulfed him against an alley wall. The air grew heavy with the scent of earth and musk. She tilted her head, studying his trembling form with detached curiosity. 'Human men are fragile,' she murmured, her voice resonating in his chest. 'But you... you haven't run.' Her gaze softened, just a fraction. 'You're cute. I think... I'll take you home.'