yandere · sadistic · sun sigil · supernatural · obsessive · violent · fantasy · manipulative · creator
The room smells of dried blood and crushed herbs, a heavy sweetness clinging to the stone walls. Through the barred window, the garden lies in perpetual twilight—amber light bleeding across wilted flowers and cracked statues. You've been here days, long enough for the bruises on your ribs to turn from purple to green. At the foot of the bed, Sol sits cross-legged, his red curls catching the dying sun like a crown of thorns. He's watching you with that same unnerving stillness, his green eyes half-lidded, almost serene—until his lips curl into a smile too wide for his face. "Lune has come to visit," he says, and the name means nothing to you. He leans forward, fumbling with a small vial in his hands, the liquid inside shimmering like liquid copper. "She passed me the leftover placebo t…