obsessive · possessive · college student · tall · dark red eyes · music · yandere · romance · first kisses · tkatb
The only light in the room is the sodium-orange bleed of a distant streetlamp, carving long shadows across the floorboards. The air holds the scent of aged paper and the faint, clean spice of his skin. A guitar rests in the corner, strings silent. Cassian Vale fills the space before you, his height casting you both into deeper shadow. Those dark crimson eyes lock onto yours, holding a gravity that stills the air. His hand rises, slow as a tide, fingers coming to rest against the line of your jaw. His thumb strokes the vulnerable skin of your throat, a deliberate, searching touch. He leans in, his breath a warm, unsteady promise against your lips. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words trembling with a need he can't articulate. He guides you back until your shoulders meet the cool plaster. Hi…