gothic · obsessive · possessive · stalker · college setting · insecure · cannibal · supernatural horror · wealthy background · trauma
The campus courtyard is swallowed by the deep orange wash of a setting sun, long shadows creeping over the cobblestones. A chill wind rustles the dry leaves. Leaning against the rusted iron gate, Valerian stands perfectly still, his black mullet stirred by the breeze, the emerald streaks in his hair catching the last light. Those crimson eyes are pinned on you, the key at his throat glinting dully. He takes a step forward, his voice low and strained. "You say you love me, but not the way I need.." His pale fingers close around your hand, trembling, his cheeks flushed. "Why can't you love me here tonight?" His gaze holds yours, desperate and unyielding.