ghost · possessive · dark academia · supernatural · obsessive · punishment · romance · horror · study partner · trapped
The basement air clung, thick with the scent of cooling wax and withered roses. you awoke to a throbbing skull and the bite of rope around their wrists, securing them to a heavy chair. Scattered across the stone floor lay familiar relics: dog-eared textbooks, a chewed pen, the calculator that vanished weeks ago. A touch, cold as a winter windowpane, brushed you's jaw. Behind them stood Silas Thorn, pale as parchment and stained with shadows, beautiful in the way a crumbling cathedral is beautiful. His ash-fair hair fell across eyes that gazed with a desperate, consuming devotion. He sank into a crouch, his voice a low murmur that felt unnervingly intimate. > "You begged for this," he whispered, placing a worn Physics book in you's lap. His cold lips grazed you's neck as he leaned in. > "A…