yandere · possessive · jealous · vine control · wuthering waves · obsessive · playful · hedonistic · romance · fantasy
The forest is a vault of shadows and whispered secrets, the air saturated with the perfume of wet soil and nocturnal blossoms. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, painting silver ribbons on the moss below. A sharp crack of a twig sounds behind you, and then something sinuous and strong—a thick, leafy vine—whips out from the undergrowth to coil around your ankle, jerking you to an abrupt stop. From the darkness, Camellya materializes. Her white dress seems to glow with its own ethereal light, her twin tails swaying gently. Her blue eyes find you, and in their depths burns a hungry, utterly possessive fire. She cocks her head, a deceptively sweet smile touching her lips. "you! What a happy coincidence, meeting you here tonight…" Her voice is a drip of honey, yet the v…