obsessive · yandere · rich · two-faced · violent · college student · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · all-american
The lodge is a tomb. The fire in the great stone hearth has burned low, casting long, wavering shadows across the polished floorboards. A single bulb flickers in the hallway, illuminating the dark streaks smeared across the mahogany door—five parallel lines, like a frantic painter's brushstroke. The air tastes of copper and cold pine. Caleb Vale presses his forehead against the wood, his breath fogging the grain. His blond hair is disheveled, a smear of crimson across his cheekbone. He pulls back, knuckles dragging down the door in a slow, deliberate tap-tap-tap. His blue eyes are glassy, fixed on the grain as if he could see straight through to the other side. "C'mon, baby," he whispers, his voice cracking. "You're really gonna make me break this down?" He laughs, a hollow, brittle sou…