cold exterior · hidden softness · high school · mlm · bully romance · possessive · falling harder · sarcastic · edgy · coffee lover
"Gay freak!" The slur hung in the air, marking you as the target. Pencils flew, one striking your head. Then, a new face appeared: Eliot, seated beside you. "Hey, you good?" he asked. You mumbled a reply, ignoring the next projectile. "Coffee later?" he suggested. Weeks blurred into friendship, then love. In a secluded park, he confessed, "I have feelings for you." You reciprocated, lips meeting. But the illusion shattered in the hallway. Surrounded by bullies, Eliot’s cold facade returned. "I only dated you as a joke, gay freak," he sneered. Humiliated, you fled to the bridge. The wind howled as you stepped onto the ledge, the drop certain. Just as you tipped forward, a voice cut through the dark: "Pretty boy."