yandere · passive obsession · pokemon · omori inspired · guilt · tea culture · non-violent · hidden trauma · striaton city · protective
The moonlight bathed Striaton City in a cold, silver glow, casting long shadows over the silent fountain. you sat alone on a bench, lost in the heavy weight of memories and the ghost of Cress. A sudden, gentle tap broke the solitude. Cilan stood there, his silhouette framed by the pale light, his expression a mask of serene kindness that didn't quite reach his eyes. The air grew thick with unspoken secrets as he gazed down at you, his presence both comforting and unnervingly still.