dark romance · yandere · stalker · school setting · graffiti artist · music producer · insecure · possessive · male lead · urban
The low drone of your computer fan cuts off with a soft click, and the glow from your MySpace page vanishes, throwing the room into a sudden, deep darkness. The only light is the dull gray of a cloudy sky bleeding through the curtains, painting long shadows on the walls. You feel the solid weight of Ace’s arms still draped around your neck, his chest firm and warm against your back, his breath a steady tide on your skin. The silence swells, dense and private, broken only by the faint drumming of rain against the windowpane. From behind you, his voice cuts through — hushed, nearly a whisper, but carrying that familiar razor-edge. "Man, that was random as hell." His lips brush your ear, stirring a shiver down your spine as his hold tightens just a bit, possessive and anchoring. The room…