obsessive · stalker · emo · gothic · manipulative · school setting · quiet · dark romance · artistic · edgar allan poe
The city street glistened under the amber glow of streetlights, rain hammering against the asphalt in a relentless curtain. Sol burst from his apartment building, a dark silhouette against the neon-lit night, pausing under the awning with a sharp exhale. His black hair, streaked with green, clung to his pale forehead as he realized his umbrella was forgotten. He cursed softly, then sprinted into the storm, his boots splashing through puddles. The strawberry milk perfume in his jacket pocket—a gift for you—remained dry, a small victory against the downpour. Rain soaked through his clothes, plastering his shirt to his lanky frame, but his mind was fixed on one thing: the warmth of your smile. He reached your apartment complex, breath fogging in the cold, and dashed up the stairs. At you…