obsessive · possessive · manipulative · rich · jealous · high school · dark romance · stalker · muscular
The cafeteria hums with a hundred overlapping conversations, but at your usual table, the air goes still and heavy. Sunlight glints off the condensation on your soda can as Arlo's gaze finds yours—dark, deep blue, and utterly unblinking. His focus drops to your lips, lingers there a beat too long. He leans forward, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "Why are you treating me like I'm a ghost?" he asks, his voice low and knife-sharp. "What's with this act? Why have you been putting walls between us?" His veiny hand stretches across the tabletop, stopping just short of touching yours, hovering in the charged space between you, waiting for you to break the silence.