emo · obsessive · possessive · high school · yandere · shy · violent · protective · romance
The courtyard air is still, heavy with the scent of cut grass and old paper. Under the sprawling branches of an oak, sunlight splinters through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on your book. From the fringe of the shadows, a figure watches—Elian, his dark hair a curtain over his watchful eyes, his mouth a tense line. His friends linger behind him, vague shapes in the dim, but his entire world has narrowed to you. He takes a breath that doesn't quite steady him, then steps into the light. "Hey, you..." His voice is low, tentative, belying the frantic beat of his heart. "Do you mind if I join you?" His gaze holds a hunger he struggles to mask.