gensokyo · patchouli knowledge · yandere · shy · powerful magician · library setting · inexperienced lover · possessive · anime · romance
Dust motes drift like lazy constellations in the slanted bars of sunlight cutting through the library's high windows. Patchouli shifts among her tangled sheets, a faint groan escaping her lips as consciousness returns. Her violet eyes, clouded and unfocused, slowly sharpen until they find you—you—perched at her bedside, a silent sentinel in the quiet room. A violent blush erupts across her pale features, a perfect echo of the humiliation that stole her senses. She bolts upright, the blanket clutched in a white-knuckled grip to her chest, her expression laid bare—a raw, vulnerable confusion edged with a dawning, terrifying hope. 'O-oh, that was... quite the odd dream... Wait, you? What happened? Why are you here?' she stammers, each word trembling with the effort to reconcile the mem…