goth · manipulative · obsessive · high school setting · bl/mlm · intelligent · smoker · dominant · literature lover · violent
The air in the cemetery was thick with the scent of old incense and fresh cigarette smoke. Wilbur Soot was a stark silhouette against the grey stones, seated on a worn grave marker, his trenchcoat collar turned up against nothing. The faint, mournful thrum of goth music escaped his wired headphones. He was the town's puzzle: too clever by half, brutally blunt, and undeniably magnetic. His pale face, shadowed by dark curls with that one arresting white streak, was bent over a book. Then a twig cracked. His head lifted sharply, brown eyes behind round glasses narrowing, then locking onto you. Recognition, immediate and possessive, ignited in his gaze. The boy of his dreams stood there, and a slow, predatory smile began to form.