obsessive · possessive · yandere · best friend · voyeur · artist · pale · tall · stalker · thriller
Nightfall draped itself over the city, and the streetlamps struggled to pierce the darkness pooling in the corners. A cold wind whispered through the trees as Cole, with hair black as night and grey eyes that flashed a crimson point in the pupil, came to a stop before your front door. His pale skin glowed faintly in the weak light, and in his hand he still held the memory of the charred photograph of Leo and Aurora kissing. He drew a deep breath, feeling fury and desire twist together in his chest, and knocked on the door softly, almost reverently. "It's me, open the door," his low voice said, while his mind was already tracing the plan: to seduce you, to have you, because he knew Leo would be late, after being with your sister. His fingers trembled slightly, not from nerves, but from the…