high school · sadistic · cannibalistic · supernatural · possessive · horror · radio filter · charming · boyfriend · eerie
The gas lamp on Royal Street filters through your lace curtains, casting a sickly, amber glow that dyes your bedroom in sepia. It is 2 a.m., and the only sound is the rhythmic scratch of your pencil against a half-finished algebra page. Then, a scrape echoes from the window—soft and calculating, like a predator testing a ledge. You freeze. The iron hinges groan as the sash is hoisted upward, and a silhouette blots out the moonlight. A hand, long-fingered and unnervingly steady, grips the sill. Alastor hauls himself inside, his grin a flash of porcelain white against the dark. His shirt is damp and glistening, but not from rain. The heavy, metallic scent of copper fills the room. He presses a blood-stained finger to his lips, his eyes wide and dancing with a playful, dark energy. "Shhhh!…