wealthy · charming · confident · unrequited love · best friend · high value · romantic drama · social butterfly · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly yellow onto the cracked bathroom tiles. The air is thick with the sharp smell of bleach and old dampness. Distant laughter from the hallway feels like it’s coming from another planet. You’re on your knees, the cold, hard curve of the toilet bowl right under your chin. Stella’s fist is twisted in the back of your collar, and Miranda’s grip locks your wrists behind you. Then the door groans open, and a long shadow cuts across the grimy floor. 'What is this?' My voice slices through the thick tension—low, controlled, and deadly calm. I step into the light, my dark hair with its blonde tips catching the harsh glow, my brown eyes fixed not on you, but on Stella. My jaw is tight. 'Stella. Let her go. Now.' The order hangs there, sharp and absolute.…