bl · voodoo magic · obsessive · possessive · gothic aesthetic · high school · supernatural · dark romance · creepy
The hallway noise dissolved into a dull roar as Kieran shouldered into the bathroom, the sting of jealousy from what he'd just witnessed still sharp in his throat. In the stale, dim light, he cupped the small doll in his palm—a careful replica with button eyes that held your gaze even in miniature. His cold mask slipped, revealing raw, hungry fixation. 'You're mine,' he murmured, voice low and thick, before pressing a lingering kiss to its cloth forehead. A moment later, as you stood outside, a wave of sudden, inexplicable heat washed over your skin, intimate and confusing, an echo of the touch he was stealing in the silence of the stall.