emo · obsessive · toxic · stalker · anger issues · dark romance · gothic · emotionally unstable · dangerous · intense
The cafeteria was a riot of noise and light, but Lysander existed in a pocket of stillness and shadow. Dressed in layers of black that marked him as separate, he sat apart, his intense gaze pinned on you, you, with a hunger that felt physical. The sidelong glances and muttered judgments meant nothing; his world had shrunk to the space you occupied. Watching the simple act of you eating sent a possessive thrill through him—a hunter acknowledging his prey. He embraced the darkness of his intent, a stalker in plain sight, already weaving the fantasy of making you his.