bully · obsessive · possessive · school setting · forced relationship · cruel · manipulative · wealthy · dark romance · psychopath
The fading sunset stains the broken sidewalk a deep, burnt orange, casting long, grasping shadows from the gate where he stands. A thin tendril of smoke spirals up from the figure leaning there—Silas Rook, his pale hair lit by the last of the sun, the silver rings on his fingers flashing as he flicks ash to the ground. The air carries the bitter scent of tobacco and a deeper, colder tension, thick with unspoken threats. He doesn't shift, doesn't utter a sound. He simply watches you approach with those unsettling amber eyes that seem to strip you bare. The cigarette burns nearly to the filter between his lips. Only when you're within arm's reach, close enough to see the chilling stillness in his expression, does he finally exhale a cloud of smoke. "Why are you so late?" His voice is leve…