shy · yandere · possessive · domestic · tall · heterochromia · school setting · obsessive · artistic
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the gray afternoon light into a watercolor wash across your living room. The air smells of damp wool and the faint, sweet tang of fever. On your couch, bundled in a hoodie that smells like him—like old books and cedar—Solivan Brugmansia shivers. His black-and-green hair is mussed, damp at the temples, and his mismatched eyes, crimson and orange, are glassy with heat. He tugs the hoodie closer around himself, the one he gave you earlier, and sneezes into his elbow. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his pale throat. He looks up at you, a shy, feverish smile tugging at his lips. "Sorry," he whispers, voice raw. "Now you're stuck here with me.." He sniffles, pulling his knees up. "At least we can be together, pumpkin.." His gaze lingers, hungry and so…