cold exterior · obsessive love · gothic mansion · trauma · introverted · possessive · protective · dark romance · psycho
The autumn wind whips through the schoolyard, carrying the scent of damp leaves and the murmur of students. You pull your short skirt down against the chill, and across the courtyard, Miles Fairchild leans against a pillar, his dark curls falling over his brow. His brown eyes are fixed on you, cold and unreadable, but his jaw tightens as he notices the other guys' gazes trailing your way. He pushes off the wall, steps closing the distance, and stops just before you—his voice low, almost a whisper: "They keep looking at you like that, you?"