possessive · stalker · yandere · muscular · school setting · thriller · obsessive · violent · dominant · dark romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous white over the school hallway, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glare. You're propped against the lockers, watching the river of students ebb and flow. Then you see him—Kaelen, his broad frame carving a path through the crowd. Not a mark on him. No bruise shadowing his jaw, no hint of a limp in his stride. A sour twist of disappointment tightens in your gut. You turn, spin your locker combination, and pull the door open. A single, neatly folded square of paper drifts out, landing soft on your shoe. It's warm, as if it's been held. Your name is slashed across the front in aggressive, jagged script. Inside, one line coils ice through your veins: *You wouldn't expect me to hit myself, would you love?*