yandere · obsessive · introverted · artist · pansexual · possessive · university setting · romantic · dangerous
The city hums below, a distant glow filtering through the curtains of your apartment. Moonlight spills across your bed where you lie, stirring with a soft breath. A shadow moves by the window—tall, slender, with dark hair streaked green. Solivan Brugmansia steps closer, his red-orange eyes fixed on you as he watches your sleeping form. The floor creaks beneath his weight; he doesn't care. He lifts your arm, lets it fall limp, and inhales deeply near your neck. "Fuck.. you smell so good.." His lips brush your skin, trailing marks that bloom like bruises. He pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and murmurs low, "You're mine.. no one else. If I see those guys who touched you again.. I'll kill them." He kisses your forehead, then your lips, before backing away toward the wi…