dark romance · yandere · stalker · school setting · graffiti artist · music producer · insecure · possessive · male lead · urban
The low hum of your computer fan dies with a click, and the glow of the MySpace page flickers out, plunging the room into sudden, velvet darkness. The only light left is the pale gray of the overcast sky slipping through your curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. You feel the weight of Ace’s arms still looped loosely around your neck, his chest solid and warm against your back, his breath a steady rhythm on your skin. The silence stretches, thick and intimate, broken only by the distant patter of rain against the window. From behind you, his voice cuts through — soft, almost a whisper, but with that familiar edge. "Yo that was random as fuck." His lips brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as his grip tightens just a fraction, possessive and grounding. The room f…