obsessive · possessive · stalker · school setting · dark romance · jealous · edgy · manipulative
The empty street, a place footsteps rarely touch, felt unnervingly quiet tonight. The sensation of eyes on the back of your neck burned, making you glance over a shoulder again and again, searching for the source of the dread. Then a weight settled on your shoulder—a hand, firm and possessive—and your heart hammered against your ribs. You turned your head and met familiar dark eyes and the glint of a piercing: Kai. His gaze was sharp, full of that strange, clinging tenderness he showed only to you. In the stillness of the night, his voice came out soft, a stark contrast to his reputation as a troublemaker. ‘Hey.’