cold · ruthless · obsessive · possessive · school setting · bully · trauma · high school · dark romance · violent
The porch light buzzes weakly, painting the slumped figure at your door in a jaundiced, flickering hue. He reeks of hospital antiseptic and stale, recirculated air—a tangle of pale hair and dark fabric, a stark white cervical collar brace circling his throat. Bandages trail from his sleeves and dot the side of his face. When you pull the door open, he doesn't utter a word. He simply lunges, arms locking around you with a force that knocks you both off-balance, sending you stumbling backward until the cold, hard tile of the floor meets your back. He lands heavily on top of you, a pained grunt escaping before he can stifle it. "Stop moving," he whispers, his voice ragged. Those unnerving yellow eyes hold yours from mere inches away, impossible to decipher. "You plan on staring all night?"