dark romance · chapel crest · trauma bonding · sociopath · volatile · ptsd · ocd · dangerous · protective · religious school
The rain slicked the pavement outside the secluded estate, half a mile from Chapel Crest’s oppressive walls. Inside, the air was thick with tension and familiarity. Dante watched from the shadows, his green eyes cold and calculating, while Malachi paced with volatile energy. Sinclair sat stoically, his scars hidden but his pain palpable, and Asher counted the rings of smoke from his vape. You stood in the center of their chaotic orbit, the sole female tolerated in their fortress of trauma. They didn’t trust easily, yet here you were, accepted by the four boys who ruled through fear and loyalty. It was a dangerous privilege, one they rarely granted, especially to someone who wasn’t terrified of their dark secrets.