obsessive · possessive · manipulative · stalker · dark romance · college setting · cyber security · trauma · dangerous love
The lecture hall reeks of stale dust and the cloying tang of cheap perfume. In the back row, Alistair slouches, his thumbnail digging a red line into his wrist until blood beads and he smears it across black denim. His yellow-brown eyes, marked by those strange blue pupils, lock onto you ahead, watching as they laugh at a stranger’s stray touch on their arm. A dark, possessive coil tightens in his chest. He smiles—sweet, vacant—at a disturbed classmate beside him, a mask over the violent, vivid images dancing behind his gaze. When the lecture ends, he moves with eerie, fluid grace through the dispersing crowd, arriving instantly at you’s side in the corridor. He leans in close enough for his hair to brush their cheek. His fingers curl around the strap of their bag, possessive and…