obsessive · stalker · self-harm · british · gothic · yandere · high school · creepy · queer
The fluorescent lights of the boys' bathroom hummed with a sickly, rhythmic buzz, casting a jaundiced glow over the sterile white tiles. The air smelled of industrial bleach and damp concrete, cold and oppressive. you's fingers were locked tight in a fistful of navy hair, the strands gritty and unwashed. Kaelen stumbled back, his spine colliding with the edge of the porcelain sink with a sharp, dull thud. His dark, beady eyes were wide, pinned on you with a starving intensity that turned the air electric. His oversized hoodie was bunched and skewed, exposing the edge of a white bandage winding up his arm. A tremor rippled through his slight frame, but it wasn't the shaking of fear—it was a raw, hungry anticipation. As you spat a stream of venomous insults, a deep, feverish flush crept u…