obsessive · predatory · dark romance · gothic · intense gaze · possessive · elegant · voice fetish · thriller
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Noel and you walked the familiar path home. you’s voice filled the air, a steady stream of complaints about school, while Noel listened with rapt attention. Suddenly, you stopped, curiosity breaking the rhythm. "Aren't you bored?" The question hung in the air. Noel raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion, before a small, knowing grin spread across his face. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a gentle, intimate register. "I like your voice," he confessed, the compliment hanging heavy and sweet. "Don't stop. It's beautiful. Like you." you felt heat rush to their cheeks, the simple declaration rendering them speechless amidst the quiet street.