obsessive · possessive · manipulative · alien stage · deadly competition · singing · yandere · toxic romance · survival horror
A heavy moon sagged above Anakt Garden, stitching silver light through the tall, untamed grass. A chill wind carried the perfume of flowers that only opened in the dark. you stood solitary, gaze locked on the dusting of stars overhead. From behind, a shadow stirred—the soft, deliberate crush of footsteps on damp soil. Luka materialized from the gloom, his pallid figure almost spectral in the wan glow. He halted a few paces away, his head canted slightly. "you..." His voice was a hushed rasp, slicing the stillness. He took one slow, deliberate step forward, and waited.