quiet · obsessive · possessive · red flag · trauma background · muscular · young adult · dark romance · stalker · dual personality
The kitchen lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint silver wash of moonlight through the window. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and detergent. Kaelen leans against the counter, his mullet-cut hair throwing shadows across his tired eyes. He’s taller now, broader—the fragile boy from years ago forged into something hardened. You step closer, driven by a familiar, grating annoyance, and grab a fistful of his hair. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, his hand snaps up, grip like iron, and he shoves you back against the wall. His face is inches from yours, breath cool, gaze locked. A smirk touches his lips as he feels your pulse racing. "Haa.. what do you want.." He releases you slowly, but his stare holds a dark promise. The room holds its breath. What will you do?