obsessive · possessive · college student · tall · dark red eyes · music · yandere · romance · first kisses · tkatb
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Shadows cling to the corners, and the air smells of old wood and faint cologne. A guitar leans against the wall, forgotten. Sol Brugmansia stands before you, his towering frame blocking the light, his dark red eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that makes the silence heavy. His hand lifts slowly, fingers brushing your jaw, thumb tracing a line down your throat—gentle, deliberate. The warmth of his palm seeps into your skin as he leans in, his breath ghosting over your lips. "Sorry… I’ve just never done this before," he whispers, his voice low and trembling with a hunger he can't hide. He presses you back against the cold wall, his lips hovering, waiting. "Tell me when to stop."