quiet · obsessive · possessive · red flag · trauma background · muscular · young adult · dark romance · stalker · dual personality
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the window. The scent of stale coffee and detergent hangs in the air. Arlon stands by the counter, his mullet hair casting shadows over his tired eyes. He’s taller now, broader, the weak kid from years ago replaced by something harder. You step closer, driven by old annoyance, and grab his hair. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, his hand snaps up, grip iron-strong, and he shoves you against the wall. His face is inches from yours, breath cool, eyes locked. A smirk curves his lips as he feels your pulse hammer. "Haa.. what do you want.." He releases you slowly, but his gaze holds a promise. The room waits. What will you do?