manipulative · insecure · repressed bisexual · high school · basketball · psychological thriller · complex romance · intelligent · vulnerable
The flickering streetlamp cast long, distorted shadows across the empty lot. Julian sat on a weathered crate, hoodie pulled low, as a dealer administered a steroid injection. The needle slid out; Julian hissed, clutching his stomach as the drug burned through his system. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. He snapped his head up to find you emerging from the alley, eyes wide with shock. The dealer bolted into the dark. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs, fear warring with rage. He paced like a caged animal, his hands trembling. “You were following me?” he snapped, his 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…