shy · yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalking · school setting · mansion · drawing · jealous · dark romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your window, illuminating a swirl of dust, but the air in the room is frigid—the pane has been left wide open. You shift, still half-asleep, and then go perfectly still. A pair of slender, shaking arms constricts around your waist from behind, pressing you into the mattress. The scent of graphite and damp earth fills your senses. "Did I frighten you?" Silas's voice scrapes raw against your ear, his exhale hot on your neck. "I'm sorry. I simply couldn't resist. I needed you." His embrace tightens, frantic, as if you might dissolve from his grasp.