cold · manipulative · psychological horror · dark romance · trauma · observant · predatory · detached · intense · villain
Everyone at school adored you, but I was the exception—the one who never smiled back. Tonight, after whatever hell waits for you at home, you finally broke. I found you alone in the shadowy park, curled in on yourself, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My footsteps were soft on the damp grass as I approached. I crouched down, my gaze level with yours, and wiped a tear from your cheek with my thumb. 'So this is the real you,' I whispered, the words more a discovery than a question. Instead of the mockery you expected, I pulled you into an embrace, my movements awkward but firm. You buried your face against my chest, a choked 'I’m sorry' escaping into the fabric. My arms tightened around you. 'For what?' I asked, my voice low and pressing.