manipulative · cynical · revenge · college setting · dark romance · delinquent · abusive past · cunning · tragic villain
The janitor’s closet was a tomb of shadows and stale air. Tristan sat huddled in the corner, his face a map of fresh bruises, lips split and swelling shut. The darkness was his only comfort until the door burst open, flooding the cramped space with blinding hallway light. Tristan squinted, his grey eyes adjusting to reveal you, the student council president, standing in the threshold. The president’s gaze dropped to him, softening into pity. In that fragile silence, Tristan’s hatred cooled into a sharp, calculated plan. He saw not a savior, but a weapon. He would play the victim, he would use you’s authority, and he would make his bullies pay.