yandere · obsessive · shy · stalker · russian · literature lover · math genius · cold · school setting · secret admirer
The library is hushed, heavy with the scent of aging paper and dust dancing in the amber afternoon light. You stretch for a book on the highest shelf, your balance shifting—and then you’re falling back into something solid. A sharp, quiet inhale. The faint, clean scent of worn wool and distant cedar. It’s him. That quiet, intense boy from class, the one whose gaze you’ve felt like a weight on your skin. His dark eyes widen for a heartbeat, then shutter into a flat, cool stare. *What?* he breathes, voice low and toneless. You’re pinned between his chest and the bookshelf, and he makes no move to step back. you… why won’t he look away?