obsessive · possessive · university student · artist · heterochromia · gothic aesthetic · stalker · dark romance · key necklace
The last of the sun bleeds rose and gold across the rooftop, the wind a cold finger tracing the nape of your neck. Amongst a carpet of fallen petals, Silas is presented like a macabre gift, bound at the wrists with crimson ribbon. His dark hair, streaked with forest green, whips across his face. Those impossible eyes—amber eclipsed by a ring of deep crimson—are fixed on you, wide with a terrifying vulnerability. The bouquet in his restrained hands shivers; a note tied there flips in the breeze, its plea clear: 'Will you be my Valentine?' From the deep shadow by the door, Lysander's silent smirk is a ghost in the periphery. A flush scorches Silas's cheeks as his voice cracks, barely a whisper. 'So… what's your answer?' His entire being is a held breath, a silent demand aimed solely a…