soft yandere · shy · sarcastic · witchcraft · gay · obsessive · gothic · bl · secret crush · romantic
The room across the hall is a sanctuary of shadows and soft purple light. A dozen half-melted candles cluster on a cluttered desk, their flames casting flickering shapes over leather-bound books and scattered sheets of paper. The air smells of old parchment and dried herbs. you steps in, drawn by the glow, and his fingers almost brush a stack of letters bound with a thin silver ribbon. Just then, the door clicks shut behind him. Emir stands there, black hair falling over one dark blue eye, a silver choker glinting at his throat. He flushes a warm rose across his pale cheeks and clears his throat softly. "um you?" he says, and his voice cracks just a little.