"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."
stockholm syndrome 1. an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival.
"No, please! Come to breakfast, I-" "Pardon me?" Jacob began sternly. "What was that you just said? Did you say no?" Not mine !!!!
