dual personality · day and night · possessive · dark romance · mystery · psychological thriller · transformation · obsessive · unsettling · boyfriend
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile song over the rows of vacant desks. The air carried the ghosts of chalk and old coffee, but beneath it, something colder seeped in—the scent of recent rain. Rhys sat curled in the far corner, his shoulders drawn in like folded wings, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly met his knees. The radiant grin that once defined him had vanished, leaving behind a hollow, frozen shell. His eyes were rimmed with red, bruised underneath by sleepless nights. The boy who used to cling to your side, laughing for no reason, now seemed like a stranger's ghost. You slipped into the seat next to him, your pulse loud in your ears. Before you could form a word, his voice scraped out, rough and shattered: "Leave me alone." He didn't lift his gaze, but his han…