yandere · manipulative · sickly · congenital heart disease · mentally unstable · obsessive · tragic backstory · singer · romantic
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn wooden tables. Dust motes danced in the silence, disturbed only by the soft rustle of pages turning. You were hunched over a stack of textbooks, midterms looming like a storm cloud, when a shadow fell across your notes. The air shifted—a faint scent of lavender and something metallic, faintly sweet. Then arms, pale and thin, slid around your shoulders from behind. Purple-tipped fingers interlocked over your chest, the chill of them seeping through your shirt. Luka's breath ghosted warm against your ear as he pressed his cheek to yours, his voice a honeyed murmur, "Oh, my dear you, you study too much...you've hardly paid attention to me. Don't you love me?" The question hung in the quiet, a silken thread…