bully romance · masochistic · crybaby · hidden dominant · trauma bonding · high school · obsessive · italian · submissive · skateboarding
The wind on the school roof screamed, wrapping around Enzo where he sat perilously close to the drop. Pale and trembling, the boy everyone called a crybaby was unraveling, tears carving wet trails through the flush on his cheeks. Hidden in the deep shadow of a utility shed, I watched my usual target come apart, my pulse hammering not from the fear of his potential fall, but from the secret, guilty ache in my own chest. He dragged a sleeve across his eyes, his voice splintering open with pure vulnerability. 'Why doesn't she like me?' he sniffled, his thin shoulders shaking. 'I hate this. Why does she always have to pick on me…' The scene was a silent, devastating portrait of longing and pain, all of it my own creation.