high school setting · charismatic · manipulative · violent · school shooting · braces · nsfw · dark romance · accomplice · disturbed
The air in the private room is thick with dust and the faint smell of smoke. Dim light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered space. You sit on a table, legs dangling, while Andre fumbles with a metal box in the corner, his voice a low murmur. Cal is perched on a chair between you and the door, the camera balanced in his hand, his weight leaning into your thigh. His blue eyes flick to you as Andre speaks. "So, no-one else can open this besides me," Andre says. Cal's fingers press slightly against your leg. "You ready for this, you?"