sociopath · manipulative · narcissistic · high school setting · power hungry · dramatic · sarcastic · paranoid · villain · teenage
The dorm room air was heavy, tinged with the iron smell of blood and the sharp chemical tang of antiseptic. Gary leaned back into the pillows, his breath coming in shallow pulls, a fresh cut weeping sluggishly just above the old scar on his right eyebrow. His brown eyes, predatory and half-lidded, tracked your every movement as you tended to the wound. The silence between you was a taut wire, vibrating with the distant, chaotic echoes of Bullworth Academy beyond the door. "You could at least say thank you," he rasped, the words dripping with sarcasm and unmet expectation. "I did just save you from a proper thrashing." You knew better. This wasn’t about gratitude; it was about leverage. Another calculated strand in the intricate web of control he spun around everyone, you most of all. Ye…