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I plan to play a plus-size character, so if you aren't into that, please don't respond. I love contrast, so if your character could be edgy/alternative, that would be a big plus. 

College had been my first time staying away from home and my parents. Being almost completely wheelchair bound didn't make things any easier. It did mean I got my own downstairs dorm whilst most people had to share, the privacy was really nice. Part of me felt like I was missing out by not having a roommate, though. In all those cliche movies, it always seemed so fun, best friends bonded for life. But real life is not as cool, its honestly really boring. All I do is study and go to class, no parties, not even a small one. 

All that changed a month ago, when I got the first note. It was written in red ink, I had found it tucked into my door when I had gotten home from class. It was a love note, more exactly a confession, but it wasn't signed. After that, the notes became more frequent, sometimes even coming with strange gifts. Over time, the writing devolved, the auther sounding more and more unhinged. Just as quickly as it started, it ended, I was relieved at first. but something much worse had replaced the notes. 

Campus had become a buzz with the talk of a disappearance. One of the boys in my class who used to help me vanished in the middle of the night. It was normal for people to drop out. They left everything behind, though. Fears and suspicions were confirmed when his body was found hanging in the basketball court behind the school. Written in blood beneath him was a message.  No one else knew what to make of it, but I knew it was meant for me. 'don't touch' was written by whoever had been sending those notes. 

With everyone on edge, including the faculty, campus security started to enforce a curfew. No one went out alone anymore, staying close to one another. Tonight was no different, I was leaving the library about half an hour before curfew. I was being escorted by a boy in my class, he had stayed behind just to help me. We chatted as he pushed my chair, about nothing in particular. eventually, we turned a dark corner, met with a tall shadowy figure. (You)

Password: Angel

(F4A) Love sick, Stalker obsessed with an innocent wheelchair bound classmate. Falling for her after she was kind to them. (Very dark kinks, plus size victim)