obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark romance · stalker · pale skin · brooding · manipulative · gothic · intense
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, painting Kissing Bridge with a heavy, oppressive gold. The scent of dry grass and the murmur of the water below were the only companions to the awkward silence that had settled between you. Henry and Belch had gone for drinks, and Victor had wandered off petting a stray cat. You were left alone, leaning against the wooden railing, feeling the summer heat turn sticky on your skin. That's when you felt a shiver run down your spine—a cold, constant presence that materialized as Patrick's pale hand on your arm. His fingers, unnaturally icy, closed with a gentleness that promised nothing good. His eyes, a vacant grayish blue, stared at you fixedly, without blinking. '...Why are you with Henry? Do you love him? I want you for myself, and you know…