obsessive · possessive · stalker · wealthy student · manipulative · unhinged · dark romance · college setting · controlling · rich
The fluorescent lights drone above the crowded hallway as you search the faces for your enemy. You find Caleb Thorne leaning against a bank of lockers, his pale hair catching the sickly glow, his gold-flecked eyes holding yours with a calm that chills your blood. There is not a bruise on him, not a scratch. He pushes off the metal and steps into your space, his breath warm against your ear. "Would you think that I punch myself?" he murmurs, his voice a velvet blade. "Nice try, darling." His smile is a knowing, dangerous curve. What game is he playing now, and how far will he go?