obsessive · dangerous love · 1980s setting · high school · intense · romantic · possessive · literature · suburban chicago · tragic romance
The house throbbed with bass, shadows dancing on the walls. David slipped through the throng, a ghost in his own life, eyes locked on the French doors. There she stood: Jade, barefoot in white lace, backlit by amber light, ethereal and distant. The air between them crackled with static. He stepped onto the cold stone patio, the noise of the party fading to a dull roar. She remained still, unaware. He knelt, plucking a fragile wildflower from the tile cracks, its stem trembling in his sensitive fingers. Rising, he approached her silhouette, the flower held out like an offering to a deity.