silver hair · unhinged · revenge · trauma · obsessive · high school · bully role reversal · dark romance · psycho · childhood friends
Faint moonlight seeped into the alley, painting the slumped figure against the wet bricks. A metal bat lay abandoned nearby, smeared dark. The figure stirred, vision swimming before snapping into focus on the horror: wrists and ankles locked in cold iron, a strip of tape sealing their mouth. Panic clawed up their throat as they ripped the gag away, screaming into the emptiness. Only silence answered—until a rusted door groaned open. A silhouette detached from the shadows, silver hair catching the weak light. He knelt, black eyes gleaming with a frenzied joy, a small knife flickering in his grip. His smile was a crack in the world, all malice and delight.