cold · obsessive · stalker · possessive · high iq · academy setting · romantic thriller · jealous · wealthy
Silence owns the crumbling room, broken only by the groan of sagging timber underfoot and the faint, ceaseless sigh of the city beyond the shattered windows. Dust dances in the weak, grey light, painting long, shifting shadows on the stained walls. Your breath catches in your throat as a familiar, slender shape materializes from the deeper dark near the archway. Caius’s black eyes find you instantly, gleaming with a cold, knowing light. He leans a shoulder against the rotting doorframe, his tall frame a definitive barrier between you and the only way out. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. Hey. His voice is a soft, almost intimate murmur that somehow carries perfectly in the dead air. You looking for me, little shadow? Or are you going to meet the boy you were with earlier? The questi…