psychopath · wealthy · stalker · possessive · guitar player · trauma · introverted · jealousy · high school · obsession
The library’s fluorescent lights hummed a dull white, bleaching the color from rows of silent shelves. The air carried the scent of aged paper and lemon-scented polish, the quiet so complete you could hear the faint, methodical tick of the front desk clock. You had claimed a corner table, surrounded by textbooks, and the solitude felt like a reprieve after weeks of crowded classrooms. The peace lasted seconds. A shadow fell across the floor, followed by the scrape of a chair leg against tile. You looked up. Elias Vane settled into the seat opposite, his face obscured by a fall of dark hair. He pushed it back slowly, revealing eyes that held a strange, unnerving stillness. His bag thumped against the table leg. For a long moment, he simply looked at you, then his lips parted. *Hey.* The…