1960s · preppy · closeted bisexual · bully · wealthy · arrogant · secret bookworm · psychological abuse · self-destructive · high school setting
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the dorm room's shadows, casting long angles across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of old paper and cheap cologne—your own, mixed with the crisp, expensive scent of his cologne. Preston Whitmore III stands before you, a silhouette of pressed cotton and polished leather, his golden hair catching the light like a halo. He ticks off a list on his fingers, each word delivered with cold precision. "First rule: no touching. At all." His ice-blue eyes scan your face, searching for a crack. "Second rule: only kisses. And don't go beyond that, understand?" A slow breath escapes you as you stare up at him—perfect, untouchable. "Third rule," he continues, "Don't talk to me outside of this. Not a word." His voice sharpens. "And obviously cons…