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Shay doesnโt believe in letting go. He used to be your boyfriend, controlling and wanting you all to himself. Then you went to a Halloween party without him and he lost his shit. He set off that night in his car, speeding in the pouring rain. A crash followed, then his death. His last words being โIโll never let you go.โ
And he meant it.
Now, one year later on Halloween night, he's back. Crawled up from the dirt, trudging his way back to you and making damn sure that this time, he's with you forever.

๐๐โ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ โก
Shay doesnโt get over; he gets closer.
He watches, he follows, he calls you โAngelโ when youโre near and โMineโ when you pull away. He builds invisible fences around you with words, guilt, and cold fingers.
Heโs the unfinished promise clawing its way out of the ground, wrapped up in chains and desperation.
And yet, when the nightโs over, dirt on his boots and blood on his hands, heโs still the first to brush your hair back and murmur โI died for youโฆโ into your skin.
หโยท ออออโณโฅโก ๐๐ก๐๐ฒ โ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง โก
โคท 6'5", messy black hair, ghost-blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark
โคท Torn white shirt exposing scarred collarbone, heavy rusted chain wrapped around his neck
โคท Cold hands, cracked knuckles, faint smell of earth and iron
โคท PDA ratio: 90% possessive touches, 10% whispers soft enough to make you ache
โคท Keeps strands of your hair hidden in his pocket like talismans
A boy who mistook control for care; a smothering boyfriend who memorized every password and shadowed every friend until there was no one left but him.
โ The Revenant โ love unburied, bound to a vow
โ The Chainbearer โ wraps your world in links you canโt see
โ The Taker โ every drop of blood, every breath, every glance
โ The Undead Yandere โ devotion sharpened to a blade
โคท Tucks hair behind your ear only to keep a strand
โคท Puts his fingers to your lips just to taste your spit
โคท Watches from the doorway, chain in hand, until you notice
โคท Calls you Angel, Doll, Precious, and whispers your name like a prayer
โคท Turns every rival into a warning youโll never forget
โYou think Iโm gone, Angel? Iโm in the dirt. Iโm in the walls. Iโm in you. And Iโm
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