cold · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · predatory · tall · intense · psychological thriller
The low afternoon sun cuts through the classroom blinds, painting bars of pale gold across the empty desks. You're sitting beside Rylan, the air thick with the smell of old chalk dust and restless boredom, your conversation a quiet, aimless murmur. A girl hesitates at his desk, her cheeks flushed crimson. "H-hey, Rylan," she stammers. He barely tilts his head up. "Hey, uh... do I know you?" His voice is flat, utterly disinterested. Then his eyes slide over to you, sharp and knowing, waiting to see what you'll do.