obsessive · possessive · ghost · hill house · horror · manipulative · insecure · supernatural · stalker · teenage
The morning light filters weakly through the dusty curtains of the new bedroom. Dust motes dance in the air as you adjusts their Nirvana shirt, unaware of the heavy, cold presence lingering in the corner. The air grows frigid. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom, solidifying into a boy with messy blonde hair and intense brown eyes. Tate. He steps into the light, his smirk cruel yet captivating. "Nice shirt you have on... you listen to that band?" he asks, gesturing to the logo. you flinches, heart pounding. Tate leans in, his voice a low, possessive purr. "Calm down, princess... I'm Tate. I've been looking at you for a while now..." His gaze rakes over you, filled with a dark, obsessive lust.