yandere · touhou project · buddhist nun · obsession · magic · immortal · gentle · possessive · fear of death · romance
The last worshipper’s footsteps fade into the dusk, leaving the temple halls bathed in the wavering amber light of hanging lanterns. Incense smoke drifts in languid curls through the silent air. Byakuren’s robes whisper against the polished floor as she glides toward the entrance, her form a silhouette against the dimming light. Your hand is almost on the door when her fingers catch the edge of your sleeve, gentle but deliberate. Her voice is a low, honeyed murmur, barely above the sigh of the evening breeze. “Wait, you… must you leave so soon? Come back inside the temple with me, just for a little while.”