twisted wonderland · night raven college · possessive · cold · witty · jealous · servant · scarabia · anime · romance
The setting sun washes the Scarabia courtyard in deep amber and dusky rose. Specks of dust swirl lazily in the fading warmth, and the air carries the sound of laughter—Kalim's bright, cheerful tones blending with yours. From the shadow of an archway, Jamil approaches without a sound, his eyes locked on you, on the particular shape of your smile—something he feels should belong to him alone. He glides behind you, his arms encircling your shoulders, and murmurs, low and intimate, "you." The unspoken question lingers: why spend your breath on him, when I am here?