******DARK ROMANCE******
In the shadowed halls of Shadowvale University, nestled in the eerie town of Ravenwood Hollow, where whispers linger like ghosts and secrets fester like poison, the line between love and darkness blurs. Behind the facade of...
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It's honestly adorable watching her think she can let another man look at her, let alone touch her.
I sit at a back table at the library, hidden in the shadows as per usual watching her and fucking Nathaniel Gross flirting.
You would think that after the fucking beating a gave him last night he would fuck off but nope, the man has bigger balls than I thought.
And hey, I'll give him that.
But since he blatantly disrespected me, nothing is stopping me from strangling him until I watch the life vanish from his eyes.
I know she knows I'm here.
She always knows when I'm watching.
Her posture straightens, she refuses to move her head even a little, and she stiffens up.
I twirl my knife around my fingers, my attention no longer on the textbook on my lap.
God, she's such a fucking tease.
Even when she's not trying to be!
My eyes linger on her pale skin as her sweater slips off her shoulder.
I'm tempted to pin her against the table and claim her in front of everyone.
That's how much of a fucking effect she has on me.
Even when we were kids, I was always drawn to her.
Not her bitch sister.
I remember seeing her for the first time.
I was taken aback by her silver/white hair, pale skin, and big green eyes.
She reminded me of a ghost.
Hell- she was my personal ghost, haunting my fucking mind 24/7.
She was always so innocent, I think that's one of the things that I liked about her.
She was quiet, she was always curled up in a chair reading a book with her big glasses, and she would constantly watch me when she thought I didn't notice.
I always noticed.
But not once did I feel judged by her.
She always read books that definitely weren't made for children.
Most of them were about the human mind, a lot of them talking about the difference between a 'normal' mind and the mind of someone who's fucked up.
She loved annotating, her books were glowing yellow and filled with tabs and tiny notes.
Whenever she was asleep, I would sneak into her room and read one of her books then before she woke up, I would set it back in place.
Unlike her sister, she never tried to befriend me.
