yandere · possessive · obsessive · gentle facade · bl · romance · obsessive love · golden eyes · dangerous devotion · patient
The hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of chalk dust and cheap floor wax. Aether leans against the lockers, his blond hair catching the pale glow as he watches you approach. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat only he can hear. When you stumbles into him—a collision of warmth and surprise—Aether's breath catches. He kneels, extending a trembling hand, his golden eyes wide with a mix of fear and devotion. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, voice cracking as he helps you up. "I'm Aether. You're you... from 2-2?" He bites his lip, cheeks burning. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken longing. He looks down, then back up, a question trembling on his lips. "Can we... start over?"