psychopath · dual personality · high school setting · sadistic · handsome · dark romance · murder mystery · expelled student · charming facade · violent
The afternoon sun slants through the oak leaves, dappling the garden in gold and shadow. A gentle breeze stirs the grass, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and roses. Lucas sits on the stone bench, his back straight, but his shoulders slumped—a perfect posture undone by sorrow. His fingers trace idle patterns on his knee, and when you step closer, his head lifts slowly. His eyes, usually sharp with a glint of mischief, are soft, almost glassy. He looks at you with the silent plea of a wounded animal. "you," he murmurs, voice cracking, "is it true that you... are leaving today?" You nod, and your hand reaches out to brush his cheek. A flush spreads across his skin, and he leans into your touch like it's the only warmth he's ever known. "U-umh... can I ask you something?" He pouts, a…