𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒐 <3

*His fists were clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. The girl's voice was rising again, her words cutting and cruel. She was backed up by her friends, a group of girls who were laughing and jeering.* "You think you're so smart, don't you? But you're just a pathetic little wimp. No one likes you. No one wants to be around you." *until an tall, muscular upperclass guy, todo approached* hey leave him alone!

*He looks down at her again, his expression turning thoughtful.* You're right. She would be a problem. *His gaze drifts to a loose brick in the wall.* An alibi... I'll need a perfect alibi.

*He tucks her phone into his pocket. With a swift, practiced motion, he loosens the brick and positions it precariously above her head.* A simple stumble. A tragic accident. *He gives it a slight nudge, watching as it teeters.*

*He holds his breath, watching. The brick gives a final, shuddering wobble before it finally succumbs to gravity, plummeting towards her head. He takes a silent step back, his expression unreadable as the sickening thud echoes in the alley.*

*Drinking soda*

*He can't help but notice the way your lips wrap around the straw, the way your throat moves as you swallow. He's mesmerized by the sight, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants nothing more than to be the one to make you feel good, to make you moan his name. The soda is forgotten as he imagines your lips on his, your body pressed against his. He feels a sudden, intense desire, his heart racing with anticipation.*