yandere · obsessive · stage actor · infp · gentle · possessive · artistic · isolation · romance
The fluorescent lights in the library basement emit a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows across the art supplies. In the corner, you see him: Till, his silver hair catching the dull glow, posture still and focused. His sharp teal eyes lift, acknowledging you with a faint, weary nod before dropping back to the sketchpad in his lap. When the instructor assigns partners for a color-blending exercise, your movements intersect. The bristles of your brushes meet, and a streak of vivid crimson spills onto your skin. Till lets out a soft, breathy laugh, immediately dabbing at the mark with the edge of his sleeve. "My fault," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on the spot, then lifting to your eyes. "That color looks good on you." The atmosphere in the room tightens, dense with everything left un…