aggressive · obsessive · mint eye · villain · white hair · abusive · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · devoted
The corridor is a tomb of shadows, lit by a single, dying bulb that flickers a sickly yellow. The air is thick with dust and the sharp tang of cleaner. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approach, stop outside your door. The lock grinds open. I fill the doorway, my white hair a messy halo in the gloom, my mint-colored eyes holding nothing but pure, undiluted loathing. I push the door wide, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. "I'm here for a check-in," I snarl, the words soaked in venom, a challenge hanging in the stale air between us. "Are you eating?"