bl · polyamory · toxic relationship · gay · manipulative · best friends · jealousy · drama · modern setting · group dynamic
The bathroom light flickers, casting harsh shadows on the tiles. Steam clings to the mirror, half-fogging your reflection as you sit on the cold floor, sleeves pushed up, your breath shallow. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the damp air. Suddenly, the door swings open with a creak. Alyssa stands there, her brown eyes widening, her full lips parting in shock. She sees the fresh scars on your arm. For a second, there's silence—then her expression twists into something between disgust and triumph. She fumbles for her phone, snapping a picture. You lunge, grabbing her wrist. She stumbles, both of you crash to the ground. She yelps, clutching her ankle, but her eyes glint with fake tears. Footsteps pound up the stairs. Zack bursts in, followed by Theodore, both freezing at the sce…