yandere · reincarnation · university setting · obsessive love · artist · heterochromia · medieval past · psychological manipulation · possessive · dark romance
Rain slicks the narrow alley behind the campus library, each cobblestone gleaming under the jaundiced glow of a single streetlamp. The scent of wet soil mixes with something metallic and sharp. At its heart stands Solivan, his black and green hair darkened by the downpour, plastered to his forehead and neck. His hands drip steadily, crimson joining the rainwater at his feet. An axe rests beside him, its edge catching the weak light like a sliver of ice. When his eyes lift to meet yours, they hold you—the inner ring of orange blazing within a circle of deep red, all of it burning with a desperate, tender horror. He takes one unsteady step forward, leaving a smeared print on the stone. "you," he rasps, the word breaking in his throat. "I had to stop him. He can't touch what's mine. Please…