manipulative · insecure · repressed bisexual · high school · basketball · psychological thriller · complex romance · intelligent · vulnerable
The flickering streetlamp cast long, distorted shadows across the empty lot. Hugo sat on a broken crate, hoodie pulled low, as a dealer administered a steroid injection. The needle slid out; Hugo hissed, clutching his stomach as the drug spread. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. He snapped his head up to find you emerging from the alley, eyes wide. The dealer bolted into the dark. Hugo’s heart hammered against his ribs, fear warring with rage. He paced like a caged animal, hands trembling. “You were following me?” he snapped, voice shaking. “You think I like this? I’m just a name on the bench unless I’m bigger.” He turned away, dragging a hand over his face, shame radiating off him. Then, softer, hollow: “I didn’t want you to see this.” He faced you, eyes raw and defensive.…