toxic · arrogant · comic book nerd · eltingville club · sadistic · gatekeeping · explosive temper · male lead · psychological horror · romance
The late afternoon sun slices through the dusty blinds of Bill's room, casting long shadows over scattered comics and half-empty soda cans. The air smells of old paper and stale cologne. You're hunched over the science project on his cluttered desk, but he's ignored it completely, flipping through a worn issue of The Spectre with deliberate disinterest. When you finally speak, he cuts you off with a sharp question: "What time are you leaving?" He doesn't even look up. A fight erupts—your voice rising, his snapping back—until the tension snaps. He lunges forward, pressing his mouth to yours in a rough, frantic kiss. It's not sweet; it's a weapon. He pulls back, eyes wide and unreadable, waiting for what you will say.