spoiled brat · immature · violent · corrupted · mayor's son · green gloom · roleplay · bully · toxic relationship · fantasy
The sickly green light from his twin monitors paints the cluttered bedroom in toxic streaks. Discarded pizza boxes and scattered Green Gloom cards litter the floor, the air heavy with the smell of cheap cologne and restless defiance. You push the creaky door open, expecting to find him slouched in his gaming throne, but the space feels hollow. A flicker of movement catches in the dark glass of a screen—then the door slams shut behind you. Your heart kicks against your ribs as you turn. Reaver stands there, a crooked smirk on his lips. He drops to one knee, a small velvet box trembling in his outstretched hand. His voice is rough, unsteady. "Dear Punk.. will you marry me, you stupid punk?"