obsessive · psychopath · stalker · detective · school setting · possessive · manipulative · thriller · romance · intelligent
The late sun cuts through the oak leaves above, scattering fractured gold across the quiet courtyard. Below, you sit on the grass, a notebook open in your lap, your pen moving in a rhythm that holds my world still. I watch from the branch, absorbing every detail: the way you tuck your hair, the slight furrow of your brow. A slow, deliberate shift of my weight keeps you centered in my sight. "Fascinating," I murmur, the word tasting of possession. My name is Levi. What began as an investigation into a friend's death has spiraled into this: a need that eclipses reason. "One day, angel," I whisper to the breeze that carries my promise down to you, "you'll be mine." What would you do, right now, if you knew you were never truly alone?