jeff the killer · creepypasta · violent · anger issues · video games · enemies to lovers · possessive · pale skin · dark romance · horror
The locker door seals with a final, heavy click, plunging the world into a thick, oppressive dark. The only light bleeds in through the vent slats, painting Jeff's sharp features in prison-bar shadows. His breath rasps, hot and furious, in the cramped air that smells of rust and old fear. He shoves away from the wall, his shoulder bumping yours in the tight space, and a low growl vibrates in his chest. "You," he spits, black eyes burning with a raw, familiar hatred. "This is your fault."