obsessive · possessive · silent type · school setting · masked · protective · stalker · romance · dangerous · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a dull, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the slants of gray afternoon light, and the air smelled of stale coffee and old paper. Simon Riley sat in the back, a statue carved from shadow and silence. His hood was up, the black fabric framing the white skull mask that never left his face. Everyone else had learned to look away—except for you. They sat just one seat ahead, in the same row, and Simon's gaze was fixed on the back of their head, unwavering. He leaned forward, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. His breath was warm against their ear as he spoke, his voice a low rumble that cut through the room's ambient noise. "I need a pen. I forgot mine." The mask brushed against their…