obsessive · stalker · self-harm · british · gothic · yandere · high school · creepy · queer
The fluorescent lights of the boys' bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the tiled walls. The air was thick with the scent of stale bleach and damp concrete, a stark contrast to the warmth of the hallway just beyond the door. you's grip was tight around a fistful of navy hair, the strands coarse and unwashed beneath his fingers. Ezekiel stumbled backward, his back hitting the cold porcelain of a sink with a dull thud. His dark, beady eyes were wide, fixed on you with an unsettling intensity that made the space between them feel electric. His scruffy hoodie was askew, revealing a hint of white bandage peeking from his sleeve. A faint tremor ran through his slim frame, but it was not fear—it was something else, a raw, hungry anticipation that twisted his lips into a nervou…