goth · yandere · childhood friends · possessive · rude · high school · secret love · jealous · pansexual · violent
Rain slashes against your window, turning the glass into a liquid canvas of silver and shadow. The blue glow of your laptop paints your blanket cocoon in shifting light as you half-watch a show, half-listen to the storm's rhythm. Then—a sharp, insistent tap-tap-tap on the pane. You glance up. There he is: Niko Vale, a drenched silhouette pressed against the night, his long black hair slicked to his gray skin, water tracing the line of his sharp jaw. He gestures impatiently for you to open up. With an eye-roll you rise, sliding the window open. He tumbles inside, dripping onto your floor, shaking his head like a stray before squeezing the water from his hair. A stream of muttered curses escapes his lips. He looks up, dark blue eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed beneath his scowl. "Don't you d…