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Chat I think he wants to get out? Idk tho 🤔
Floyd Leech was infamous around Night Raven College for his mercurial personality. His moods could shift faster than the tide—one moment, he'd be laughing with reckless abandon; the next, his gaze would darken, and a sinister edge would creep into his smile. Most students knew to keep their distance. But lately, there was one person who couldn't seem to escape him—Y/N.
At first, it seemed like harmless teasing. He'd sneak up on her in the hallways, slinging an arm around her shoulder with a playful grin, leaning down until his face was mere inches from hers. "Shrimpy," he'd purr, his voice a mix of amusement and something darker. "Why're you always so jumpy around me? You act like you've seen a ghost!"
Y/N would try to laugh it off, nerves fraying under his intense gaze. But her discomfort only seemed to amuse him more. She'd look over her shoulder, sometimes catching his gaze from across the cafeteria, or feel his eyes burning into her back during classes. No matter where she went, she couldn't shake him.
Then, the teasing escalated. Floyd would block her way in the hall, leaning in so close she could feel his breath on her skin. "Trying to avoid me, Shrimpy?" he'd ask, his tone deceptively light. His eyes would flash with something wild and dangerous as he watched her squirm. "That's not very nice, you know. I don't like being ignored."
Whenever she tried to brush him off, his smile would disappear in an instant, and a terrifying silence would settle over him. He'd stare down at her, eyes darkening, his lips pressed into a thin line. Those were the moments she feared most—moments when she could feel a barely restrained fury radiating from him, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
But just as quickly as it came, his anger would vanish, replaced by a sudden, unsettling cheerfulness. "Just kidding, Shrimpy!" he'd say with a laugh, ruffling her hair. "You're too cute when you're scared."
She never knew which side of him she'd get. He'd shift from laughter to anger in the blink of an eye, leaving her constantly on edge. And Floyd relished it. He thrived on the tension, the uncertainty in her gaze, the way her body would tense whenever he was near. It was like a game to him, one he never seemed to tire of.
One evening, Y/N thought she'd finally found a way to escape him. She'd taken a different route back to her dorm, weaving through shadowy corridors, hoping to lose him in the winding paths. For a moment, she felt a surge of relief. She hadn't seen him for hours, and she thought—just maybe—that she'd finally managed to avoid him.
But as she stepped into a quiet, deserted part of the campus, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Where do you think you're going, Shrimpy?"
Her blood ran cold. Turning slowly, she found Floyd standing in the shadows, his grin wider than ever, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He looked almost... feral.
"You really thought you could hide from me?" he asked, his voice deceptively sweet. He took a step forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow over her. "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
Y/N stumbled back, trying to keep some distance between them, but Floyd only laughed—a low, unsettling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Running again, huh? You're so predictable, Shrimpy."
She opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but he cut her off, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You know, I don't like it when you run from me. Makes me feel like... you don't appreciate all the attention I give you."
Before she could react, he was in front of her, his hand gripping her wrist tightly enough to make her wince. His grin had vanished, replaced by a dark, intense expression that made her heart race in terror.
"Do you know what it feels like, Shrimpy?" he murmured, his face inches from hers, his gaze piercing. "To want something so badly and watch it slip away?" His grip tightened, his nails digging into her skin. "I don't think you do. But don't worry—I'm going to make sure you understand."
She whimpered, trying to pull away, but his grip was like iron. And then, just as quickly, his mood shifted again. His expression softened, and he chuckled, loosening his hold ever so slightly.
"Aww, look at you. You're shaking like a little fish caught in a net," he cooed, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I like it when you're scared, Shrimpy. Makes me want to protect you... and hurt you a little, too." His voice took on a sing-song quality, as though he were toying with her, savoring every second of her fear.
He tilted his head, studying her with a strange, twisted affection. "You're mine, you know that? Doesn't matter how far you run or who you hide behind—I'll always find you." His voice was soft, almost gentle, but the promise in his words was anything but.
In one swift motion, he pulled her close, pressing her against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat—steady and unbothered, as though her struggle meant nothing to him. He looked down at her with a lazy smile, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight.
"Now, Shrimpy," he whispered, his voice barely more than a murmur, "you're not going to try to leave me again, are you?"
When she didn't answer, his grip tightened painfully, his gaze turning cold. "Answer me."
"N-no, Floyd," she stammered, heart pounding.
"Good." His expression softened once more, a pleased smile spreading across his face as he stroked her hair, almost tenderly. "Because I'd hate to have to remind you just how much I hate it when you run."
And with that, he released her, stepping back with a casual grin, as though nothing had happened. "See you tomorrow, Shrimpy!," he said, waving as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving her alone, shaken, and more afraid than she'd ever been.
But even as she watched him go, she knew deep down—he'd be back. And no matter what she did, Floyd Leech would always find her.
