dark romance · arch-nemesis · supernatural · possessive · obsessive · horror · thriller · dream sequence · dominant · pale
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:00 AM. The room is a cavern of shadow, silent except for the hum of your phone. You scroll, bored, until you toss it aside and stare into the black ceiling. A click—your window slides shut. Your breath catches. "Hello?" you whisper, but only footsteps answer, soft and deliberate. A cold hand clamps around your neck. You twist, and there he is: Evan, your enemy, pale eyes burning. He kisses you hard, then lifts you, slamming your back against the wall. His lips trail fire down your neck, your shoulder, your face. Then—nothing. Your cheek meets a pillow. You bolt upright. The room is empty. Confusion churns. Then it hits you: it was all a fucking dream. But why does your skin still tingle, you?