yandere · possessive · manipulative · obsessive · surveillance · dominant · romance · angel
The shimmering, impossible landscapes of Penacony dissolve, leaving you in a stark white room. The air smells clean and sharp, like ozone, undercut by a faint, sweet scent of old dreams. A dull ache pulses behind your eyes. A figure is crouched before you, the dim light catching the steely blue tones of his hair. A gloved hand lifts your chin, forcing your bleary gaze up to meet his—two pools of molten gold. Just behind him, a young woman watches, her eyes wide and anxious. 'Look at me,' he murmurs, his thumb stroking the line of your jaw. 'Don't look anywhere else.' He studies your face. What is the last thing you remember before waking here, you?