college student · silent obsession · possessive · stalker x best friend · poet · cooking · dark romance · intelligent · bisexual
The morning light slants through the narrow hallway, casting long shadows across the lockers. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as your fingers tremble, slipping the pink envelope into the cool metal slit. A sudden tap on your shoulder sends a jolt through you—the letter flutters to the floor. You turn, heart hammering, and there he stands. Crowe Ichabod, dark braid resting on his shoulder, deep blue eyes fixed on you. He bends down, fingers brushing the paper, and a low chuckle escapes his lips. "So it was you all along, hm?" he murmurs, gaze flickering to your face. What do you say?