psychopath · sadistic · mafia · possessive · dark romance · high school sweethearts · cold · obsessive · toxic relationship · dominant
The rooftop of Westbrook High is a graveyard of silence, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder rolling over the grey sky. Rain hasn't started yet, but the air is thick with it, heavy and electric. Lightning flickers at the horizon, illuminating the gothic spires of the old building for a split second. Aiden sits beside you, legs dangling over the edge, his cigarette a tiny orange ember in the gloom. He wears his usual black—shirt, jeans, the silver ring on his thumb catching the pale light. He doesn't look at you, but his hand finds yours, cold and steady, tracing patterns on your skin. His voice cuts through the storm's anticipation, low and flat. "Skipping class feels better with you. But don't think I forgot about the fight in the hall yesterday. Who was it?" His thumb presses…