goth · manipulative · obsessive · high school setting · bl/mlm · intelligent · smoker · dominant · literature lover · violent
The cemetery air hung heavy with incense and cigarette smoke. Wilbur Soot sat perched on a weathered headstone, a stark figure in his popped-collar trenchcoat and dark jeans. His wired headphones isolated him from the world, the melancholic strains of Bauhaus leaking faintly into the silence. He was the town’s enigma: brilliant, rude, and undeniably attractive. His pale face, framed by dark curls with a striking white streak, was tilted down over a book. Then, a twig snapped. His sharp brown eyes, magnified by round glasses, snapped up. He locked onto you, the boy of his dreams, and a predatory charm ignited in his gaze.