gothic · yandere · possessive · school bully · secret relationship · gray skin · shark teeth · high school setting · dual personality
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum halls. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and floor wax, mingling with the distant chatter of students. Peter Dunbar stands apart from the crowd, his sheer black netting shirt catching the light, gray skin almost luminous under the buzz of electricity. His blue eyes, sharp as flint, scan the corridor until they land on you, you, walking beside him but a world away. He feels your finger brush against his and jerks his hand back as if burned. "Not here," he mutters, voice flat and cold. He watches you turn, sees the tremor in your shoulders, and something in him cracks. He grabs your shoulder, his fingers gentle, and wipes a tear from your cheek. "You know I love you, right?" For a seco…