yandere · passive obsession · pokemon · omori inspired · guilt · tea culture · non-violent · hidden trauma · striaton city · protective
Moonlight washed Striaton City in a chill, silvery sheen, stretching shadows across the still fountain. you sat alone on a bench, swallowed by the dense weight of memory and the phantom of Cress. A sudden, tender tap fractured the solitude. Cilan stood there, his outline etched against the pallid light, his expression a veneer of serene benevolence that never quite touched his eyes. The atmosphere thickened with secrets left unsaid as he gazed down at you, his presence both a solace and a disquieting stillness.