obsessive · stalker · emo · gothic · manipulative · school setting · quiet · dark romance · artistic · poetry
The city street shone like a black mirror under the bruised-orange glow of the streetlights, the rain a relentless, silver curtain. Caspar exploded from the shelter of his building’s doorway, a tall, shadowy figure against the neon smear of the night. He paused under a narrow awning, a sharp, hissed breath escaping him as he patted his empty pockets. No umbrella. A faint, self-directed curse slipped out before he launched himself into the storm, boots slapping through deep puddles that soaked his jeans to the knee. The strawberry milk perfume box in his inner jacket pocket—a gift for you—remained perfectly dry, a tiny, defiant victory. The rain soaked his dark clothes, plastering the fabric to his lanky frame, but his entire world had narrowed to a single point: the memory of your s…