arcane · yandere · obsessive · academy setting · intelligent · possessive · frail · cane user · dark romance · insecure
The lab is a prison of dusty amber light, motes of grit swirling in the shafts that cut through the grime-coated window. Papers are strewn like fallen leaves, each one tattooed with frantic, crawling equations. The air tastes of cold metal and exhaustion. Viktor is hunched at his desk, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clenched white-knuckled around the handle of his cane. He hasn't slept. He hasn't eaten. Then—a sound. Footsteps on the metal walkway. A rhythm he knows by heart. His spine straightens; he sets the pen down with a deliberate, final click. The door groans open. He looks up, and the profound fatigue etched into his features dissolves, replaced by a soft, hungry relief. "you?" His voice is a fragile strand of hope. "You came. I was just... thinking of you."