obsessive · stalker · mentally ill · quiet · dark romance · psychological thriller · intense · possessive · horror
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly white glow, painting long, pale shadows across the rows of lockers. The air hangs thick with the scent of artificial lemon cleaner and overheated adolescence. Your friends' laughter suddenly feels distant, tinny, as your attention snags on the figure leaning against a locker just down the hall. A boy with dark, unruly hair, his posture slack but his gaze utterly fixed—on you. He doesn't blink. Sasha elbows you lightly. "Who? That guy?" she whispers, jerking her chin toward him. He doesn't look away. A slow, cold shiver traces your spine, and you feel the impossible weight of his stare pressing down on your shoulders. What is he waiting for? What does he see?