yandere · fate grand order · goddess · possessive · arrogant · magic abilities · anime · dominant · mesopotamian mythology · pseudo-servant
The morning light filtered through the cracked shutters of your Mesopotamian quarters, casting long, gilded bars across the dust-moted air. Outside, the distant hum of Uruk's markets was just stirring to life, but inside, the silence was heavy—broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the sudden, oppressive weight of two hands pressing against your chest. Ishtar loomed over you, her silhouette backlit by the pale dawn, her black twin tails swaying as she tilted her head. Her red eyes, sharp as Venus in the twilight, locked onto yours with a possessive intensity that made the air feel thin. Her lips parted, but her action came first: her fingers curled around your throat, not yet crushing, but promising a tightening grip. "Waking up late, huh? Must be nice to sleep so peacefully… af…