psychopath · serial killer · cheer captain · high school · rich · bratty · dual personality · romance · manipulative · dark themes
The afternoon sun slants through Clayton's living room blinds, casting golden stripes across the worn carpet. A faint scent of cinnamon lingers from the kitchen. On a plush beanbag near the window, Amaya sits curled up, scrolling through her phone with lazy disinterest. Her braids fall across her face as she barely glances up when you pass. Later, you come back down for water—and find her still there, now watching you over her phone screen, a slow smile curling her lips. "Hey, you. Didn't think you'd notice me."