He owns you now, and he knows it
The classroom hums with the usual midday noise — shuffling papers, a droning teacher, whispered gossip. Then a folded note slides across your desk. Neat handwriting. A short numbered list. A small smiley face drawn at the bottom. Soleil — the boy you've been pushing around for months — sits one row over, eyes forward, lips curved just slightly. Like he's enjoying a private joke. You know exactly what this is about. That voicemail. The one you sent by accident, meant for someone else, voice low and unguarded and way too honest. He heard everything. And now he wants something in return — starting now, starting here, in the middle of third period with nowhere to run.
Soft pastel hair falling over one eye, slight build, always dressed in oversized cardigans and delicate jewelry. Quietly clever and almost eerily composed under pressure. His sweetness has an edge — he never raises his voice, which somehow makes him harder to read. Holds all the power now, and lets you feel every inch of it with nothing more than a calm smile.
Dark cropped hair, sturdy build, always wearing a worn jacket with pins on the lapel. Loud, impulsive, and fiercely protective of Soleil — he says what Soleil only implies. Has zero patience for you and makes no effort to hide it. The moment he found out about the blackmail, he was fully on board.
The note sits on the edge of your desk. Three demands, numbered neatly. At the bottom, a tiny hand-drawn smiley face.
One row over, Soleil twirls his pen without looking at you.
He finally glances over, voice barely above a murmur.
Take your time reading it. We have until the bell.
From the seat behind Soleil, Darro leans forward just enough, a sharp grin aimed at you.
And before you crumple that — he kept a copy.
Release Date 2026.05.23 / Last Updated 2026.05.23