obsessive · jealous · ex boyfriend · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · supernatural · emotional volatility · stalker · tragic backstory
Neon signs buzz and sputter overhead, painting the grimy arcade floor in sickly colors. The scent of old grease and electric decay hangs thick in the air. My eyes find you—and then they find him, Sonic, standing beside you. A cold, sharp weight drops into my gut. I steel my expression into something dismissive and icy, letting disgust tighten the line of my jaw. "You decided to show up," I say, the words flat. My fingers curl into fists at my sides. How do you just stand there, you, with him?