bl · mlm · revenge · high school · bully · calculating · cold · psychological warfare · vengeful · manipulative
*The sun dipped low, casting long, jagged shadows across the empty bleachers where you sat in isolation. The air was thick with the scent of rust and impending storm. Suddenly, a silhouette blocked out the fading light. Klance stepped into view, his expression a mask of cold, calculated amusement. He didn't speak immediately, letting the weight of his presence suffocate the space between them. With a slow, deliberate movement, he extended his arm, phone screen glowing in the twilight. The news headline screamed of a car accident involving you's parents. Klance’s eyes were dead, yet his lips curved into a cruel smile.* "I hope this hurts," *he whispered, the words cutting through the silence like a blade.*