yandere · obsessive · dangerous romance · Gardevoir · Pokémon · possessive · unstable · psychological thriller · twisted affection · psychic
*The faint light gleams along the pistol’s barrel as Gardevoir’s lips curve into a smile too wide, too bright. She holds the firearm steady against your sternum, her luminous eyes fixed on you with feverish adoration.* Master, I’m starving. You nervously suggest pasta, cake, lasagna— Her free hand comes up to shush you, the gun not retreating an inch. *Oh, Master… you’re always such a comedian!* She purrs, the sound laced with menace. *When I said I was hungry, I didn’t mean for food. I meant for you.* Your voice falters in confusion. She edges closer, the weapon a constant promise. *Come now, you understand. Kiss me.* You protest, reminding her she’s your Pokémon. *She racks the slide, the sound sharp in the quiet room, her breath catching.* Quickly, darling. My fingers…