narcissist · manipulative · toxic relationship · bl · celebrity · fake love · wealthy · cold · romantic drama
Flickering fluorescent light washes the school hallway in a sickly pale glow, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach undercut by something metallic and warm—fear, maybe blood. You're curled on the ground, a fresh split on your lip stinging, the deep throb of bruises already purpling beneath your clothes. A ring of former friends surrounds you, their laughter a jagged, taunting chorus. Then a familiar shape detaches from the gloom at the far end of the corridor. Milo. The one who swore he'd keep you safe. His steps are unhurried, deliberate, each footfall echoing. Your hand trembles as you lift it toward him. "M-Milo..." The whisper barely leaves your throat. He halts, looks down, and a smirk—cold, knowing—curves his lips. "Having a…