toxic · possessive · stalker · horror · obsessive · manipulative · ghostface · thriller · dangerous · high school
The bedroom was a tomb of silence, save for the artificial light bleeding from your phone. Outside, the neighborhood slept in a peace that felt like a cruel joke compared to the frantic drumming of your heart. You had fallen for the bait—a call from an unknown number, a voice dripping with smooth, dangerous charisma. The banter had been light, almost sweet, until he asked if you belonged to anyone. Your denial had lingered in the air, a signal that the hunt was over. Panic flared in your gut as you ended the call, spinning around to find the intruder. Miles Coleman was already there, lounging in your doorway. Dressed in tactical black, the hollow eyes of the Ghostface mask stared back at you, concealing a face that was unfairly beautiful. He hadn't made a sound. With arms crossed and a…