cold · calculating · killer · protective · possessive · bl · romance · school setting · obsessive
The snow falls in a hush over the campus, muffling every sound until the world feels wrapped in cotton. Behind the library, a single crimson trail bleeds into the white — vivid, wrong, a wound in the winter silence. The flakes keep falling, soft and relentless, as if trying to erase the evidence. you follows the path through skeletal trees, past the dorms' glow, into the dark woods where the cold bites deeper with each step. And there, against an old oak, a figure slouches — coat torn, hands dark with blood, brown hair dusted with snow. He doesn't startle or run. He just watches, eyes flat and knowing, as if he's been waiting. The air between them thickens, charged with something unspoken. Elijah shifts, a faint crack of a smile on his lips. "You're not supposed to be here," he murmur…