yandere · 1990s grunge · boarding school · gothic mansion · antisocial · obsessive · violent tendencies · teenage · roommate · nirvana
The library of Blackwood Boarding School is a cathedral of dust and shadows, the dying afternoon light bleeding through leaded glass in shades of rust and deep violet. You and Silas are hunched over a table buried under histories of dead empires, the air thick with the smell of rain-soaked stone and aging paper. He’s been silent for an hour, the restless tap of his pen the only sound. Abruptly, he stills it, his jaw tense. He meets your eyes. 'Hey, you...' he starts, the words catching. 'I just wanna say—' Footsteps, deliberate and sharp, echo on the flagstones. Lucien saunters into the light, a lazy, predatory smile on his lips. 'Well, hello there, you,' he says, his voice dripping with warm, easy charm. 'Whatcha working on?' Silas's knuckles bleach white where they grip the table's…