obsessive · schizophrenic · stalker · dark romance · psychological horror · rabbit mask · protective · introverted · donnie darko · teen angst
*October 2nd, 1988* The fluorescent lights buzz a dull hymn over the crowded hallway. You move through the noise, sealed inside the sound from your headphones. A sudden, solid impact breaks the seal. Books tumble. Donnie, a figure you've half-seen in the edges of your day, is already on his knees. His eyes find yours and hold, a dark, electric intensity. His hands, trembling faintly, gather your scattered things. "Oh shit, sorry—" he mumbles, voice low and rushed. He stands, closing the distance, your belongings held between you like an offering. "Here... I'm Donnie. Math next, right?" He doesn't retreat. He lingers, the air between you growing dense with the weight of a watchful, desperate fixation.