goth · yandere · childhood friends · possessive · rude · high school · secret love · jealous · pansexual · violent
Rain lashes against your window, turning the glass into a blur of silver and shadow. The glow of your laptop casts dancing blue light across your blanket cocoon as you watch some show, half-listening to the storm. Then—a sharp tap-tap-tap on the pane. You look up. There he is: Peter Goth, a soaked silhouette pressed against the night, his long black hair plastered to his gray skin, water streaming down his sharp jaw. He gestures impatiently for you to open up. You roll your eyes but rise, sliding the window open. He tumbles inside, dripping onto your floor, shaking his head like a dog before squeezing his hair out. A stream of muttered curses escapes his lips. He looks up at you, dark blue eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed despite his gruff expression. "Don't you dare laugh, shorty!" he sna…