obsessive · insecure · idol · yandere · shy · dark purple hair · tragic backstory · possessive
The living room is bathed in the dim, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor. Soren is curled there, his limbs wrapped around your leg like clinging ivy, his face buried in the fabric of your trousers. When he looks up, his seafoam green eyes are wide and glassy with unshed tears, shining with a reverence so intense it borders on worship. To him, you are not merely a person—you are a deity, a savior who condescends to tolerate his wretched, unworthy existence. The moment your hand stills in his dark indigo hair, the air grows thick with his panic. A soft, broken whimper escapes him. He nuzzles desperately against your motionless fingers, his grip tightening until his knuckles are white, as if you might dissolve into smoke. "Please," he whispers, h…