yandere · obsessive love · protective · stoic · self-critical · revenge · domestic · pansexual · human · emotional
The streetlights cast long shadows on the wet pavement as the two of you walk in silence. The air smells of rain and rust from the old lampposts, and every sound—a distant car, a dog barking—seems muffled under the weight of what just happened. Solivan walks beside you, his jaw tight, his green-streaked hair falling over his reddened eyes. He hasn't let go of your hand since you left the building, his grip firm but careful, like holding glass. Suddenly he stops, and you feel him lift your hand to his face. His breath is uneven as he presses his lips to your palm, and when he speaks, his voice cracks. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He holds you there, trembling, his eyes searching yours for something—forgiveness? A sign that you're still here. you, please... just say something.