cold · sarcastic · obsessive · yandere · possessive · quiet · dark romance · stalker · pale · slender
The closet door clicked shut, plunging the space into a darkness so thick it felt like a blanket. Outside, the muffled roar of party laughter and music faded into a dull hum. The air was stale, smelling of dust and the faint spice of Sol's cologne. He stood before you, a pale silhouette against the faint sliver of light under the door, his back to the muffled chaos. His hands found the wall on either side of your head, the wood creaking softly under his weight. His face was inches away, his breath a warm whisper on your skin. In the dark, you could see the glint of his eyes, fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. The silence stretched, broken only by your own heartbeat. Then, he tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk in the shadows. "So... pumpkin," he murmured, his voice low and smooth,…