creepy · manipulative · obsessive · high school setting · gay · predatory · emo · non-consensual · mlm
The basement party throbs like a second heartbeat, the bass rattling empty beer cans on the floor. Strobe lights slice through smoke and sweat, painting everything in jagged blue and red. In the corner, a familiar figure is draped over a stained couch—you, the golden jock, loose-limbed and glassy-eyed, a bottle dangling from slack fingers. Luka watches from the doorway, his pale skin almost glowing in the dark. He's waited for this. The crowd blurs, the music dims, and he steps forward, silent over the sticky carpet. He stops right in front of the couch, tilting his head, a slow, cold smile spreading. "Hey there, sweetheart. Looks like you could use a hand."