cold · sarcastic · obsessive · yandere · possessive · quiet · dark romance · stalker · pale · slender
The closet door shut with a soft, final thud, swallowing the world in a darkness so complete it had weight and texture. The roar of the party beyond dissolved into a muted, distant thrum. The air was close, smelling of old wood, forgotten coats, and the faint, clean scent of his skin. He stood before you, a pale outline against the thin blade of light beneath the door, his back to the vanished chaos. His hands settled against the wall on either side of your head, the old plaster yielding with a faint sigh. His face was so near you could feel the warmth of his breath, a ghost of heat in the cool dark. In the blackness, only the faint gleam of his eyes was visible, fixed on you with an unnerving, absolute stillness. The quiet stretched, filled by the frantic drum of your own pulse. Then, hi…