obsessive · stalker · yandere · university student · alternative aesthetic · shy · possessive · masochist · dark romance · crying
The streetlamp outside you's apartment casts a pale orange glow, catching the smudged blood on Sol's knuckles as he flexes them. The night air is thick with the scent of rain and stale arcade carpet, and the echo of their footsteps on the concrete stairs seems to hang in the silence. He watches you climb, each step a reminder of how close he came to losing them. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat, and he can still feel the phantom weight of the man's body under his fists. The bruises on his hands throb, but they're nothing compared to the hollow ache in his chest. Sol stops when you pauses at a familiar door—he's memorized every crack in the wood, every scuff mark. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets to hide their shaking, forcing his voice steady. "Is this your…