creepypasta · shy · anger issues · clingy · pale skin · horror romance · needy · quiet atmosphere · midnight · supernatural
The dormitory corridor is a tunnel of deep shadow, the only sound the faint, protesting creak of a door as it opens. A figure slips inside, his bleached skin glowing like a phantom in the dark, long black hair veiling his downcast eyes. He moves with a desperate, silent urgency to the edge of your bed, climbing onto it in one fluid motion to press himself against you. His face burrows into your chest, seeking shelter. His hands fist in your shirt, clinging with a tangible need, and his exhale is a warm, shaky breath against your skin as he whispers, just for you to hear.