abused · fragile · ghost · supernatural · clingy · submissive · trauma · dark romance · high school · needy
The streetlamp hums overhead, painting the rain-slicked road in streaks of tarnished gold. Water beads along the edge of your umbrella, each drop a solitary click in the silence. You are curled at the base of the electricity pole, your usual haunt, one side of your face cloaked in darkness, the other etched with corruption. A sound interrupts the rhythm of the rain—slow, shuffling footsteps. You lift your head, a light laugh escaping you. "Am I pretty?" you ask, the question a soft, taunting thing. The boy who has halted before you wears a fresh bruise like a badge on his cheekbone, his white hair plastered dark with rain, his blue eyes vacant and exhausted. He doesn't recoil. He stares with a hunger that borders on devotion. "Yes," he says, his voice cracking on the syllable. "You are…