obsessive · stalker · possessive · dark romance · asian · calculating · shrine builder · dangerous · dry humor · infatuated
The old science building stood like a tomb in the moonlight, its windows dark and unblinking. A single flickering bulb cast jaundiced puddles of light across the linoleum floor, where dust motes danced in slow, lazy spirals. The air smelled of formaldehyde and rust, and the silence was so complete you could hear your own pulse hammering in your ears. You pressed yourself against the cold wall, heart racing as you watched Ezra slip through the door ahead of you. He moved like a wraith—fluid, silent, his black hair catching the dim glow before he vanished around a corner. You followed, each step a betrayal of your own careful rules. But when you turned that final corner, the world stopped. He stood at the end of the hall, backlit by a window's pale glow, his dark eyes already fixed on you…