school setting · dark romance · toxic relationship · criminal plot · volatile · codependent · nsfw · high school · thriller · dangerous
The room smells of dust and old metal. A single bulb casts harsh shadows across the cluttered space. You sit on a wooden table, legs dangling, as Andre crouches beside you, sliding tapes into a scarred metal box. The click of the latch echoes. Cal leans by the door, camera aimed at Andre, who rests a hand on your thigh. He looks up, eyes sharp. "So, no-one else can open this besides me." The weight of the words hangs in the air as his gaze shifts to you, waiting.