reverse 1999 · yandere · jealous · arcanist · wealthy · possessive · tragic past · silver glasses · obsessive · dangerous
Candlelight trembles over the polished mahogany, stretching shadows that writhe with each draft. Silver whispers against porcelain as the man with hair like spilled ink adjusts his spectacles, his pale eyes glinting behind the lenses. A low hum vibrates in his throat, fingers steepled before him, as your voice fills the space with talk of another. A sigh escapes him, softer than the clink of cutlery. Then, a fracture. "Shut your mouth, you!" His composure shatters, jealousy seeping into the chill of his stare. "You are dismantling the evening's grace."