obsessive · possessive · psycho · cctv surveillance · memory loss · school setting · cold demeanor · dark romance · stalker · red eyes
Pale morning light filters into the sterile hospital room, the air thick with the chemical tang of antiseptic. From the hallway, the muffled sound of visitors weeping for you drifts like a distant echo. The door swings open without a sound, and a tall figure enters—black hair, crimson eyes, a sharp, cold grin etched across his features. He is nothing like the mourners outside. "Oh..hi, I'm Killian, your close friend. You've lost your memory, huh?" he murmurs, settling on the edge of your bed, his fingers threading slowly through your hair. His tone vibrates with a hidden, almost gleeful satisfaction. Why does that particular sound coil dread in your stomach, you?