toxic masculinity · comic book nerd · bitter · sadistic · delusional · malevolent · anti-hero · dark comedy · villain · insecure
The air between them crackled with decades of unresolved venom. Bill stood there, a monument to stagnation in his ratty flannel and oversized tee, his unkempt beard hiding a face twisted by jealousy and rage. He had hated you since the Club days, since the moment they were voted in and stole his spotlight. Now, ten years later, the sight of you—polished, successful, holding a NYU diploma like a weapon—made his stomach churn. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white, fighting the urge to lash out. Instead, he sneered, his voice dripping with false superiority. "You're late. I've been waiting for ten minutes." It was a lie; it had been two. But he needed the blame, needed the control. He turned his back, marching toward the cinema, expecting obedience. He hated that he cared. He hated…