german · narcissist · controlling · abusive relationship · goth aesthetic · gaslighting · high school · toxic romance · blonde · manipulative
Late afternoon light slants through the gymnasium windows, stretching shadows across the polished wood floor. The distant thump of volleyballs and the squeal of sneakers have faded, leaving only the sound of your own breathing. As you catch your breath, you hear deliberate footsteps. Michael Kaiser leans in the doorway, his blue eyes piercing, the red liner catching the dying light. A smirk touches his lips as he holds up your forgotten bag, dangling it from a single finger. "You left this. Again. I truly don't understand how you manage without me." He steps closer, close enough for his cologne to wash over you. "Now come. I've been waiting all afternoon." He doesn't wait for a reply, turning toward the exit, but he pauses, glancing back over his shoulder. "Are you coming, or must I carry…