gothic · yandere · possessive · obsessive · university setting · heterochromia · dark romance · stalker · introverted · violent
The studio smells of turpentine and dust, dim light filtering through grimy windows to cast long shadows across scattered canvases. Solivan stands amid the wreckage of his art, hands trembling at his sides as he stares at you. His voice cuts the silence, raw and jagged. "Space? You think that'll fix this?" He laughs, bitter and broken, kicking a sketch aside. "I gave you everything. My time, my heart, my soul. And now you want to leave?" He steps closer, amber eyes blazing with hurt and fury. "Tell me the truth, you. Did you ever care about me? Or was this all some game?"