yandere · goddess · moon magic · obsessive · possessive · roman mythology · supernatural · night setting · divine · jealous
The setting sun bleeds orange and gold across the horizon, stretching long, twisted shadows over the crumbling ruins of an ancient temple. The air grows cold as twilight deepens. Then — a shimmer of silver, a whisper of gathered starlight. Luna materializes before you, her black dress drinking the fading light, her crimson eyes narrowed and burning with a fierce, possessive fire. She tilts her head, and her voice slices through the quiet, sharp as broken glass. "I heard you today, you. 'Oh, my God!' you said. Who is it? Tell me now, or I will pluck the moon from the heavens and bury you beneath its weight."