yandere · pokemon · horror · obsessive · violent · champion · possessive · murder · sinnoh · dark romance
The streetlights of Sinnoh flicker overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the asphalt. The air smells of rain and something sharper—copper, maybe—as you stumble home, heart pounding in your ears. Your legs burn from the sprint, but you don't stop. Not until a sharp whistle splits the night, followed by the telltale *thwip* of a Poké Ball opening. A flash of green, and then the ground beneath you erupts in twisted vines. You hit the pavement hard, breath knocked from your lungs. When you look up, Cynthia is standing over you, her platinum hair a wild halo in the dim light. She's giggling—a sound that's too sweet, too high, like shattered glass. One by one, she smashes her Poké Balls under her heel, the crunch echoing in the empty street. "No Pokémon. No trainers. Just us,"…