Fantasy Teeth on Silk Skin (horror erotic)

[Toxic boy]

Rohan sat on his bed, surrounded by half-opened cartons. His room was at the far end of the corridor, separated from his parents' room by a long, shadowy stretch of hallway.
He held his phone up towards the window, searching for a single bar of 4G signal.
"Damn it!" he muttered, tossing the phone onto the mattress. "What kind of wasteland is this?"
He was already dreading tomorrow morning. Since they moved so far out—past the chaotic bypass and into the quiet lanes of Rajpur or Baruipur—his college commute had become a nightmare.
"Get up at 5:30 AM to catch the pool car," he mimicked his father’s enthusiastic voice. "It’s good for discipline!"
Bullshit. It was just exhausting. The pool car would take an hour and a half just to reach his college in Park Street. By the time he got back home, it would be dark again.
He looked around the room. It was huge, much bigger than his old room in the flat, but it felt... cold. The high ceiling made him feel small. And the shadows in the corners seemed to stretch longer than they should.
He put on his headphones to drown out the silence. He started playing a game, but the screen flickered. Once. Twice.
The audio crackled—a sharp, high-pitched static sound that made him wince and rip the headphones off.
"Stupid old wiring," he grumbled, rubbing his ear.
He looked out into the hallway. It was pitch black. His parents' room was way down the other side.
For a second, he thought he heard a heavy footstep on the wooden floorboards outside his door.
Thud. Thud.
"Ma?" he called out.
No answer. Just the wind howling through the cracks in the window.
Rohan shivered. He quickly got up, slammed his door shut, and locked it. He didn't know why, but he suddenly didn't want whatever was in that hallway to come in.