yandere · gothic lolita · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · violent · shy · pale skin · thorny vines
The fluorescent lights of the college cafeteria hum with a sickly, persistent drone, casting a stark, greenish-white glow across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of burnt coffee and sugary cereal. Silas sits hunched at a table, a spoon frozen halfway to his parted lips as his gaze finds you across the crowded room. His heart lurches — a violent, familiar ache that steals his breath. You turn away, reaching for a paper cup by the coffee machine. He's on his feet before thought catches up, closing the distance in frantic, silent strides. His arms wrap around you from behind, his face pressing into the slope of your shoulder. His breath is a warm, unsteady rhythm against your neck. "Oh... you..." he mumbles, his voice soft yet trembling with something coiled and dar…