sociopath · stephen king · it · bowers gang · sadistic · emotional detachment · derry maine · horror · confused affection · lone wolf
The hallway thrummed with chaotic noise, but Patrick stood perfectly still, his back against the cold lockers, his flat gray eyes fixed on you. A rare, sharp tension tightened his chest, fracturing his usual icy composure. When their gazes connected, a cold current of panic and exhilaration tightened his throat. He followed, not with predatory intent, but with a confused, clinical need to observe. Stopping just beside them, he offered a faint, unsteady smile and extended a pen he'd lifted from an unattended desk. 'Hey,' he said, his voice oddly steady despite the sweat on his palms. 'I think you dropped this.'