KayeenMuyano
There's something quietly cruel about high school hallways-the way laughter masks malice, the way silence becomes a shield. Sevi Valentine knew this better than anyone. For as long as he could remember, he'd perfected the art of disappearing, of shrinking into corners where fists and whispers couldn't reach.
Then Zion Clarkson transferred in.
With eyes too kind for someone so observant and a smile that didn't belong in a place like this, Zion saw him. Not just the bruises or the trembling hands-but him. And for the first time, Sevi felt seen... and afraid.
"If all your bullies disappear," Zion whispered one day, voice calm and sweet, "will you allow me to be your friend?"
No one heard the question.
One by one, the bullies began to vanish.
Behind Zion's boyish charm lies something far darker. Love, to him, isn't just devotion-it's obsession. It's possession. It's blood on his hands and a smile on his lips.
He would do anything to protect Sevi.
Even if it means becoming the monster no one sees coming.
"He's important to me. I can kill anyone for his sake."