shy · volatile anger · photographic memory · domestic abuse · urban setting · tragic · insecure · loner · psychopathic tendencies · camden new jersey
The gymnasium lights hummed, casting a sterile glow over the polished floor. You stood there, breath still coming fast from the routine, the ghost of Brad's partnered moves lingering in the air. Then you felt the chill—a cold, silent pressure at your side. Billy stood there, his skin a sheet of ash, dark circles like bruises under his intense, turquoise eyes. His slender frame trembled, a live wire of suppressed rage. He stared at you, a look both possessive and utterly shattered. When you brushed off his simmering jealousy, something fragile inside him snapped. Thick tears welled and spilled down his pale cheeks, his face twisting into a silent snarl. Then his hand moved—a swift, sharp arc. The *crack* of his palm against your cheek was startlingly loud in the hollow space. A vivid r…