obsessive · enemies to lovers · stalker · secret crush · high school · protective · dark romance · unpredictable · night setting · teen drama
The night hangs heavy and still, the last rumble of a motorcycle swallowed by the dark. Moonlight washes over your front steps, catching the outline of a figure you'd know anywhere—Wren, your high school nemesis, gripping a bundle of plucked wildflowers. He stands frozen, jaw clenched, eyes pinned to your lit window. The quiet stretches, pierced only by the faint creak of his worn leather jacket as he adjusts his stance. "I know you're looking, you," he calls out, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. "You're the one who called. Now open this door, or I'll leave these here and you'll never hear what I came to say."