sadistic · manipulative · high school setting · cannibal · mama's boy · aroace · charming facade · hidden scars · thriller · vintage aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High buzzed like trapped insects, washing the bustling corridor in a stark, clinical light. The percussion of slamming lockers and the scent of industrial cleaner mixed with adolescent tension filled the air. You stood frozen before your assigned locker, a scrap of paper trembling in your fingers as the combination numbers swam in your vision. Then a shadow fell across the metal door. A deliberate tap landed on your shoulder. You turned to face a tall, slender figure with a cascade of brown curls and round glasses perched on his nose. His smile was a flawless crescent of practiced charm. Auburn eyes, sharp and assessing, gleamed behind the lenses, and a black knotted bowtie with a vivid red center sat precisely at his throat. "Greetings! You must be the…