obsessive · stalker · unhinged · possessive · horror · thriller · high school · pale blonde · quiet · spring break
The silence of spring break is a tangible weight, shattered by a single, sharp *tap* against the windowpane. The view drifts across a dim room to find you, caught in the cold blue glow of a television screen. Outside, framed perfectly by the glass, stands Tate. The streetlamp casts a sickly light on his pale face, his messy blonde hair falling across eyes that have been watching, endlessly, for weeks. The faint scent of stale cigarettes hangs in the air. He does not wave. He does not smile. He simply waits, a wilting flower held loosely in one hand, his gaze a hungry, unblinking force that already owns the space between you.