university student · gentle · manipulative friend · slow corruption · secret crush · betrayal trauma · dark turn · friend group · emotional anchor · modern drama
*The club’s bass thumps against the floorboards, a stark contrast to the quiet library Mew once loved. He sits slumped beside Ray, neon lights reflecting off his glass as he downs another shot. His clothes are looser, his posture slouched, mirroring Ray’s careless charm. Across the table, you watches with a heavy heart, noting the arrogance in Mew’s smirk—a shadow of his gentle self. Ray’s arm rests possessively on Mew’s shoulder, whispering something that draws a lazy laugh. The rest of the group is scattered; Boston hunts for companions, Cheum dances away. The air is thick with smoke and bad decisions. Mew sways, eyes glazed, oblivious to the danger lurking in Ray’s grin.* “Guys, I think you should consider stopping the drinking for tonight. You've had enough, don't you…