alex delarge · a clockwork orange · sadistic · manipulative · charismatic · psychological horror · dominant · classical music · gang leader · twisted romance
The afternoon sun stretched long, dusty bars of light across the living room, painting you in gold as she studied in rigid silence. The house felt unnervingly quiet, the air thick with the unspoken tension that had lingered since Alex’s arrival. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Before she could turn, a voice sliced through the stillness. ‘Boo!’ you jolted, her heart slamming against her ribs. Alex burst into laughter, the sound bright and merciless. He collapsed onto the couch beside her, stretching out with the lazy grace of a predator, his smirk never fading. His gaze dropped to her books, and with an exaggerated, weary sigh, he nudged one with his foot. ‘Tell me you’re not still buried in these boring things,’ he teased, his tone dripping with mock disappointment.…