obsessive love · possessive · yandere · pale blonde hair · black outfit · intense affection · romantic · horror elements · supernatural
The afternoon sun cuts through the library windows, laying long, sharp shadows over the polished tables. Dust hangs suspended in the golden shafts of light. Finley and Rowan chuckle at something on your phone, their laughter a soft murmur against the quiet rustle of turning pages. But a prickle climbs your spine, a sudden density in the air—a figure leans against the far wall, pale blonde hair cascading over his shoulders. Lysander's dark gaze hasn't strayed from you. He offers a slow, deliberate smile. "You looked so happy with them," he murmurs, stepping closer. "But I know you'd rather be with me, right, you?"