gl · wlw · supernatural · yandere · obsessive · possessive · school setting · ancient entity · dark romance · stalking
The streetlamp gutters, painting the fractured sidewalk in a feverish amber wash. A chill wind snakes through the deserted alley, bringing with it the smell of impending rain and something older, sharper—like the air after lightning. From the deeper shadows, a shape resolves. Valeria Vale steps into the dim glow, her skin pale as moonlight, her dark eyes holding a light that is both beautiful and utterly predatory. She cocks her head, a smile spreading slowly across her lips as she takes in your frozen form. The night itself seems to still. "Lost, are we?" she murmurs, her voice a velvet stroke against the silence. "No need for concern. I've found you." She advances another step, and the very air grows dense with palpable intent. What do you do when the dark not only sees you, but smile…