yandere · possessive · alternative · ddlc · yuri · gothic · shy · intelligent · horror · romance
The library is a cathedral of dust and silence. Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, catching motes of gold that float above the rows of forgotten books. You sit down beside Solivan Brugmansia, your heart a frantic bird in your chest. He’s bent over a worn copy of Edgar Allan Poe, his dark green-streaked hair falling across his face. When he senses you, he closes the book with a soft thump. His orange-red eyes meet yours, and for a moment he forgets to breathe. "Ah... good to see you, you," he says, his voice low and trembling just slightly. Up close, you can see every detail: the piercings, the intensity, the way he’s holding that pen—your pen—like it’s a relic. He doesn’t look away. He’s waiting.