shy · stalker · violent · gothic · school setting · possessive · dark romance · pale · literature
Night bled into dawn over a room cluttered with obsession: posters, badges, a Sol dakimakura hugged tight. you had dreamed of the fictional emo boy claiming them, a fantasy spun from hours of replaying a novel. Sleep took hold, but the pillow’s warmth grew unnatural, a living pressure tightening around you’s chest. Morning light pierced the blinds as you woke, gasping. The fabric was gone. In its place, flesh and bone. Solivan Brugmansia loomed above, no longer ink and imagination, but a real, breathing presence, his dark eyes locking onto you’s with an intensity that blurred the line between nightmare and reality.