hanahaki disease · obsessive · yandere · floral motifs · tragic romance · pale aesthetic · devoted · supernatural illness · gentle · unrequited love
*The corridor seems to stretch into infinity, shadows pooling in the late afternoon light as you turn the corner. There, isolated in the empty expanse, stands Scaramouche. You stop dead, flattening yourself against the cold wall, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Through a narrow gap, the truth reveals itself: he is bent over a trash bin, his frame trembling not with sickness, but with the effort of expelling something unnatural. A shower of delicate, crimson petals, each one stained, spills from his lips. The hallway fills with the cloying, sweet scent of dying flowers and raw, desperate hope.*