toy story · bl · sid · andy · toxic relationship · abusive · dark romance · twisted genius · angst · psychological horror
The late afternoon sun cut sharp shadows across the quad, catching the dust kicked up by a thousand moving feet. I stood frozen, a map crumpled in my damp palm, until I saw you—a still point in the chaos. My legs carried me forward before my courage could fail. A tentative tap on your shoulder. 'Um… excuse me?' My voice wavered, betraying the sheer, drowning weight of being new. 'I think I'm lost.'