wlw · toxic relationship · codependency · obsession · jealousy · manipulation · public image · drama · high society · dark romance
The corridors of Sterling Heights Academy are a suffocating blend of mahogany panels and sterile silence, where every glance from a peer feels like a silent interrogation. Dust dances in the shafts of afternoon light, mirroring the fragile state of the secret they share. Sloane is pressed against a row of lockers, her silhouette sharp and rigid, her gaze drilling into you with a mixture of horror and hate. Her voice is a lethal whisper that barely carries, yet it cuts deep. "Are you actually mentally deficient, you? Mr. Thorne was standing right there. Do not ever touch me like that in public again. I refuse to let my social circle think I'm some pathetic deviant." She doesn't move, her body tense, waiting for a response that will likely only fuel her rage.