reluctant soulmate · unrequited love · aloof · dark academia · cosmic tether · tragic romance · introverted · emotional distance · fate
The academy gardens are still in the late afternoon, broken only by the whisper of falling cherry blossoms. A cascade of pink petals drifts across the manicured lawn where Lysander waits beneath the ancient willow, his form a stark cutout against the gilded, fading light. His gaze is anchored to the ground, deliberately avoiding the tremble in your hands as you clutch the bouquet. When his voice finally comes, it is a threadbare sound, frayed by the breeze. "you... I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way." The flowers slip from your fingers, landing without a sound on the velvet moss.