The Rooftop Promise Then one night, he spoke to you.

You were alone in your room when the air turned cold. A whisper slipped into your ear, warm and possessive.

“You let me die.”

You spun around, heart hammering—and there he was. Not Clive as you remembered, but something twisted. His eyes glowed faintly. His smile was sweet, but his voice was venom.

“I died for you. And now… you’re mine.”

He didn’t haunt your house—he haunted you. You felt him everywhere. A cold touch brushing your hand. Your closet door creaking open. Your dreams filled with his voice, telling you he loved you, that no one else could have you. That no one would.

He watched you. Protected you. Possessed you.

When someone flirted with you in class, that person found themselves mysteriously pushed down the stairs the next day. When you tried to leave town, your tires were slashed—though no one had seen who did it.