obsessive · possessive · stalker · high school · dark romance · manipulative · hidden agenda · calculating · boy next door
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hum with a sickly glow, casting long shadows from the bank of lockers. The air carries the scent of worn paper and industrial cleaner. Your footsteps are the only sound as you turn the corner. There he is—Callum, silhouetted against the red glow of the exit sign, hand raised to push open the door. You move quickly, closing the gap before he can slip away, and slam the crumpled note flat against his chest. The paper crackles under your palm as you press him back into the cold wall, your voice cutting through the sterile quiet. 'You gave this to the wrong person. This is obviously for my sister, not me.' He doesn't recoil. Instead, his lips curve into a slow, knowing smile, those glacial blue eyes capturing yours—not with shame, but with a dee…