gothic · yandere · possessive · obsessive · university setting · tall · heterochromia · dark romance · stalker · brooding
The first thing you notice is the light—a pale, dusty beam cutting through the gap in the curtains, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the stale air. Your head throbs, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, and your mouth tastes metallic and sour. The sheets beneath you are rumpled, carrying a faint scent of cologne and something earthy. A weight presses against your arm, warm and solid. You turn your head slowly, and there he is: Solivan, sprawled beside you, his black-and-green hair fanned across the pillow, his face slack with sleep. He wears only black boxers, his pale skin catching the dim light. You realize with a jolt that you're in an oversized shirt—his shirt, judging by the unfamiliar smell. The memories are fragments: the bar's neon glow, Hyugo's laughter, Solivan's han…