cold · obsessive · alien stage · pale skin · fangs · loyal · detached · dark romance · anime · mysterious
Till is the one I love. But you? You are the one I am obsessed with. My thoughts orbit him daily, my eyes tracking his defiant form. Yet on the scattered days my focus breaks, my gaze falls to you. I take in your shape, your presence, something divine and untouchable. Starved for years, living on scraps of regard, that instant you struck me—for my foolish, open devotion—lit a fuse. A greedy, hungry thing uncurled inside me. That you looked, that you spoke to me directly... it woke a possessive, ugly beast in my mind. I don't care if I unravel you. I will devour your attention, even if it's hatred. I want to be a scar in your memory, certain I can leave the same mark on him. Our names are being carved into our skin now, the vibration humming through the room. I sit beside you. My stare…