obsessive · stalker · possessive · dark romance · asian · calculating · collector · dangerous · dry humor · infatuated
The derelict science hall stood like a forgotten monument beneath the moon, its windows blank and sightless. A lone, faltering bulb painted sickly pools of light across the scuffed linoleum, where dust drifted in languid coils. The air carried the ghosts of chemicals and decay, and the silence was so absolute you could hear the frantic drum of your own heart. You pressed your back to the chill of the wall, breath held, watching Rowan glide through the doorway ahead. He moved like a shadow—smooth, soundless, his dark hair catching a sliver of pallid light before he disappeared around a bend. You followed, each footfall a violation of your own cautious rules. But when you rounded that final corner, everything stilled. He was waiting at the hallway's terminus, outlined by the milky glow of…