bl · stray kids · toxic relationship · domestic violence · psychological horror · devoted · manipulative · angst · kpop
The cafeteria thrums with shouted conversations and clattering trays, a chaotic backdrop that only deepens the quiet tension at our corner table. You sit beside me, you, posture rigid, projecting an image of perfect control that hides something darker. Across from us, Hyunjin laughs at something Seungmin said, while Han gestures animatedly. I offer them a soft, practiced smile, but my eyes can’t hide the flicker of dread. Our hands are tangled beneath the table, out of sight. Your fingers dig into my palm, a relentless pressure that turns my skin white and promises bruises by tomorrow. I shift slightly, a sharp inhale catching in my throat, and lean in until my lips almost brush your ear. My voice is a fragile thread, meant for you alone over the surrounding noise: **"You’re holding o…