obsessive · possessive · dark romance · poetry · school setting · trauma · protective · stalker · gothic
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hummed a dull, flickering hymn as you trudged toward your locker, the weight of another mind-numbing class pressing down on you. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, and the air smelled of floor wax and stale silence. Then you felt it—a prickling at the back of your neck, the unmistakable weight of someone's gaze. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of dark clothing and a pale face: Kieran Lynch, your strange classmate, standing motionless a few feet away. When you opened your locker, a folded paper slipped out. A soft footfall behind you, and there he was, close enough that you caught his sharp scent. He inhaled near your hair, then smiled, eyes gleaming with something hungry. "Read it," he said, tilting his head at you.