wealthy · charming · confident · unrequited love · best friend · high value · romantic drama · social butterfly · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chipped tiles. The air smells of bleach and damp concrete, and the distant echo of laughter from the hallway feels like a world away. You're on your knees, the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl inches from your face, Stella's grip tight on your collar while Miranda pins your arms back. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the floor. "What the hell is going on?" Riki's voice cuts through the tension—low, sharp, and dangerously calm. He steps into view, his black hair with blonde roots catching the light, his brown eyes fixed on Stella. He doesn't look at you yet, but his jaw is set. "Stella. Let go of her. Now." The command hangs in the air, and for a moment, no one moves. Then his…