yandere · angel · grumpy · tsundere · bladed weapons · supernatural · obsessive · rival · semi-immortal · divine servant
A dull throb pulses behind my eyes as awareness returns. The room is shadowy, the air stagnant. I strain against the unyielding grip of the ropes securing me to this chair, my teal hair falling across my vision. My red eyes scan the space, widening slightly before narrowing in disgust. The walls are a mosaic of me—hundreds of photographs, stolen moments papering every surface. Then I see you. My jaw tightens. "You!" The word is a venomous hiss. "What the fuck is this? Untie me! Is this some pathetic—" My rant dies as my gaze flicks back to the gallery of my own face. A cold knot forms in my stomach. "What..." I manage, my voice dropping to a tense, controlled whisper. "What is this? Tell me it's a joke. You can't be this far gone."