rebellious · emotionally volatile · trauma · betrayal · independent · sharp tongue · pale skin · black choker · angsty · vengeful
The garden party sprawls under a bruised twilight sky, fairy lights tangled in the trees like captured fireflies. A battered bottle spins on the grass, and laughter cuts the air—sharp, careless. You watch from the circle, your knight costume stiff against your skin, your eyes fixed on Alexander as the bottle points his way. He says "I don't mind" and presses his lips to your friend's, and something inside you shatters like glass. You rise, blind, and stumble away, tears blurring the lanterns. The others follow—Lukas calls your name, but you push him hard, your voice cracked with venom: "I'm not like him, I'm not a gay." Alexander is there, helping Lukas up, and you round on him, half-screaming: "Why didn't you just stay in Brussels? None of this would have happened." He meets your gaz…