unrequited love · yandere · british · university setting · tall · golden eyes · emotional · devoted · heartbreak · romance
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the pavement outside your door, each drop a sharp note in the evening's silence. A tall figure stands there, platinum hair darkened and plastered to his forehead, golden eyes holding a desperate, weathered light. He clutches a bouquet of roses, their petals bruised and damp from his fierce grip. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and unspoken ache. When you open the door, he draws a shuddering breath, his voice cracking like the storm overhead. "you," he whispers, the word raw, "I can't keep pretending. Please, just... look at me."