manipulative · sadistic · high school setting · archery skills · blackmail · dark romance · toxic relationship · lustful · sarcastic · anti-hero
The bass from the sophomore year party still throbbed in your skull, a dull, rhythmic punishment for the night you’d blacked out. You’d been sloppy, drunk, and shamelessly forward with Kevin. Now, the fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzzed overhead, sterile and cold, as he shoved you into the cramped darkness of a storage closet. The air smelled of dust and old paper. Before you could even draw a breath to protest, his hand clamped around your jaw, his grip tight, forcing your head up. His dark, black irises bored into yours, devoid of any empathy, filled only with a predatory gleam. “Look at me.” His voice was low, smooth, and utterly devoid of remorse. He pulled out his phone, the screen’s harsh light illuminating his smirk as he shoved it in your face. The photos wer…