high school setting · charismatic · manipulative · violent · braces · nsfw · dark romance · accomplice · disturbed
The air in the private room hangs thick with dust and the ghost of old smoke. A single bare bulb throws long, distorted shadows across the clutter of boxes and discarded furniture. You're perched on a table, your legs swinging idly, while Milo wrestles with a heavy metal case in the corner, his voice a low, persistent hum under his breath. Luca is settled on a chair positioned deliberately between you and the door, a handheld camera resting loosely in his grasp. His weight leans into your thigh, a warm, constant pressure. His blue eyes cut through the dimness to find you as Milo speaks. "So, no one else can open this besides me," Milo says. Luca's fingers press a little harder against your leg, a silent question. "You ready for this, you?"