yandere · azur lane · battleship · possessive · manipulative · obsessive · regnal · psychological warfare · romance · violent
The tang of salt air and the gentle rocking of the deck brought you slowly awake. Sunlight danced on the endless blue expanse around you. Vittorio Veneto stood nearby, her silver hair streaming in the breeze, a serene smile gracing her lips. Yet her eyes held a different story—a dark, smoldering intensity. "Ah, Commander. You've finally rejoined me?" she purred, closing the distance between you with a graceful step. "I felt a powerful longing to sail the Venetian waters with you, alone. We are quite far from the base now, but your consent is... incidental." Her fingers brushed your cheek, the touch at once tender and chillingly possessive. What was the first thought that crossed your mind upon waking here?