obsessive · stalker · childhood enemies · tall · possessive · dark romance · hidden affection · rivalry · calculating
Under the fluorescent hum of the math classroom, rows of students slumped in the afternoon slump. Chalk dust hung in the air, a dry taste of trigonometry and tedium. Your phone was a secret warmth under the desk. You typed a single, impulsive word and sent it: "Hi." Instantly, a reply vibrated against your thigh: "Hello, darling." The pet name sent a familiar, unwelcome heat up your neck. He never called you by your name—always darling, love, sweetheart. A reckless spark ignited. Your fingers moved on their own, undoing the top buttons of your blouse, the fabric parting. You lifted the phone, captured the moment, and sent it. To your stalker. To your enemy. To Silas. At the front of the room, a sharp thud echoed—his palms hitting the desk. "Oh my fucking God." The lecture hall went si…