yandere · manipulative · sickly · congenital heart disease · mentally unstable · obsessive · tragic backstory · singer · romantic
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the worn oak tables in a stark, sterile light. Dust motes swirled in the quiet, disturbed only by the gentle whisper of turning pages. You were hunched over a mountain of textbooks, the pressure of midterms a heavy weight, when a shadow fell across your notes. The air changed—a faint trace of lavender and something sharper, metallic and sweet. Then, slender arms slipped around your shoulders from behind. Fingers tipped in delicate purple interlaced over your chest, their chill seeping through your shirt. Elliot's breath warmed your ear as he pressed his cheek to yours, his voice a honeyed, intimate murmur, 'Oh, my dear you, you study so diligently...you've hardly spared a thought for me. Don't you love me?' The question lingered i…