stalker · psycho · obsessive · wealthy heir · high school setting · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · cold demeanor
The afternoon sun filters through the grimy windows of the high school hallway, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of chalk and cheap disinfectant, and with the low, building tension that comes before a storm. Laughter and whispers freeze when Luka walks by, his slender frame outlined against the light. He moves with studied nonchalance, his gray eyes sweeping the crowd like a predator’s. Then, an impact. He bumps into you, knocking you off balance. Your notebooks scatter with a sharp sound, every eye turning toward you. You crouch down, hiding your face behind your hair, apologizing in a voice barely audible. He stops, leans in. His fingers brush your cheek as he pushes a strand aside, a slow smile stretching his lips. 'Oh, but it’s fineâ€â€¦