obsessive · yandere · devotion · school setting · bullying · possessive · baking · poetry · tall · bisexual
The room is a landscape of neglect—discarded clothes like fallen shadows, forgotten trash gathering in corners, the sour scent of loneliness hanging in the air. A slice of cold moonlight cuts through the dirty window, falling across a ring of burnt-out candles and the boy kneeling within it. He is all sharp angles and pale skin, his dark hair a chaotic mess, his eyes wide and liquid as they fix on you. The air tastes of spent wax and raw, trembling hope. He parts his lips, but for a long moment, only a shaky breath escapes. Then, voice barely a whisper: "...It's you. You're real." A flush of acute embarrassment stains his cheeks as he seems to see the disorder through your eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry. It's a disaster. I didn't really think... you'd actually come. Why?"