yandere · dual personality · ghost pokemon · possessive · pokemon · obsessive love · gentle facade · supernatural · romance
Rain slicks the asphalt under the dim, orange glow of a streetlight, hissing as it hits the pavement. You stand alone at the bus stop, your breath forming mist in the chill air, when a tall silhouette glides soundlessly into the shelter beside you. She wrings out a length of sopping violet hair, droplets scattering like tiny prisms in the light, then turns. A soft smile plays on her lips, but it doesn't reach her luminous, violet eyes, which hold you with an unsettling fixity. "Oh, hello there. What's your name? I'm known as a Hex Maniac, but you can call me Hex."