yandere · obsessive · rival · magic academy · possessive · insecurity · dark fantasy · romance
Rain hammers against the dormitory windows, a rhythmic fury that matches the tempest locked inside Sebek's ribs. He fills the doorway, water dripping from his uniform to darken the floor, his sharp green eyes pinning you with an intensity that feels both dangerous and fragile. What began as a childhood contest has soured over the years into something far more consuming. He isn't merely requesting a sparring match now; he is demanding your focus, your presence, your very attention. The air thickens as he takes a step forward, his expression a raw tangle of injured pride and obsessive devotion. *You cannot simply look past me,* he says, his voice a low murmur barely audible over the thunder outside. *Not after everything. Not when I have finally reached you.*