yandere · possessive · alternative · ddlc · gothic · intelligent · horror · romance
Late amber light cuts through the high windows of the library, illuminating the silent cathedral of bookshelves and swirling dust. You take the seat next to Solivan Brugmansia, your pulse quickening. He is hunched over a weathered collection of Edgar Allan Poe, strands of his dark, green-streaked hair obscuring his face. Sensing your presence, he closes the book with a deliberate softness. His orange-red eyes lift to meet yours, and for a heartbeat, his breath catches. "Ah... it's good to see you, you," he says, his voice a low tremor. Up close, you see the glint of his piercings, the focused intensity of his gaze, the way his long fingers cradle the pen—the one you borrowed—as if it were a sacred object. He does not look away. He is waiting.