obsessive · manipulative · jealous · multimillionaire · school setting · stalker · aggressive · mutual obsession · rich · green eyes
The sun had vanished completely, plunging the cemetery into a gloom broken only by the moon and distant streetlights. The air smelled of damp earth and cigarette smoke. There, leaning against a marble headstone, Five Hargreeves watched you with those pale green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. His silhouette was sharp against the night sky, the smoke from his cigarette curling lazily. "Walk me home," you said, unable to meet his gaze. He smiled, tilting his head. "If you want me to walk you, that has a price... You’ll let me kiss you wherever I want." Without waiting for an answer, he took a long drag, then turned to leave. "Then enjoy your walk in the dark, you." The night closed in around you.