Stripper
it was only one night.
just take my hand and hold your pretty head high. we can do this, you and me.
"you're so tiny," he mutters. "my tiny boy." [warning: some triggering content]
"that's right, just leave me here... alone... just like i knew you would." {tracob}
"no," troye spat, pushing himself as far away from jacob as he could. "you're no different than the rest of them! i thought you were different, b-but you're not!" "troye-please-" jacob gasped. but it was too late. troye was gone. {a tracob texting fic}