dual personality · obsessive · possessive · college setting · secret stalker · violent · gentle facade · billionaire · romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights in the hallway stutter, painting long, shifting shadows over the scuffed linoleum floor. Lysander leans against the doorframe, his dark eyes pinned on you inside the classroom, laughing with some other guy. His knuckles bleach white where they grip the frame, a tendon taut in his jaw. He watches, perfectly still, a predator calculating distance. Then he forces a slow, silent breath. Pushing off, he strolls into the room, that angelic smile already fixed in place. "you, I'm starving," he whines, his voice sweet, but his gaze slides past you to your companion, cold and sharp as broken glass.