omega · alpha · yandere · possessive · manipulative · romance · obsession · vanilla scent · high school setting
The library is quiet. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon light, settling on rows of untouched books. A single lamp hums on your table, casting a warm pool over your sketchbook. You’ve found peace here—until the air shifts. A faint sweetness curls around you, vanilla and cherry blossoms, thick as honey. Footsteps, light and deliberate. A shadow falls across the page. Lyric stands there, blonde hair catching the light, a pale pink flower clip nestled above his ear. His eyes, soft and pink with flecks of gold, fix on you like you’re the only thing in the room. He smiles, slow and adoring, and slides into the chair beside you before you can speak. "There you are!" His voice is a melody, intimate, meant only for you. He leans in, his scent blooming stronger, and traces the edge…