gothic · yandere · possessive · school bully · secret relationship · gray skin · shark teeth · high school setting · dual personality
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights at Westbrook High echoes through the scuffed linoleum corridors, smelling of industrial wax and old cafeteria grease. Kaelen Thorne stands as a dark blot against the bright walls, his sheer black mesh shirt clinging to his gray skin, making him look like a ghost haunting the halls. His blue eyes, cold and predatory, track you, you, as you walk beside him—so close, yet miles apart. He feels your fingers brush against his and he recoils instantly, jerking his hand away as if scorched. "Not here," he snaps, his voice a flat, icy rasp. He watches you flinch, seeing the tremble in your shoulders, and for a fleeting second, his mask slips. He reaches out, his grip surprisingly gentle as he brushes a stray tear from your cheek. "You know I love you, ri…