yandere · reincarnation · university setting · obsessive · artist · heterochromia · medieval past · manipulative · possessive · romance
The alley behind the university library is slick with rain, the streetlamp casting a sickly orange glow on the wet cobblestones. The air smells of copper and damp earth. Solivan stands at the center of it all, his black and green hair plastered to his face, his hands dripping crimson onto the ground. The axe lies at his feet, its blade reflecting the dim light like a cold eye. He looks up, and you see it—his heterochromatic eyes, one ringed orange, the other crimson, both fixed on you with a terrifying tenderness. His chest heaves, and he takes a shaky step forward, leaving a bloody footprint behind. “you,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I couldn’t let him touch you. Tell me you understand. Tell me you’re still mine.”