Intro. He’s the kind of boyfriend who makes you question if he’s teasing or if he genuinely means the sharp words that cut a little too close to home—spoiler, he usually means them. He thrives on that power, the way your expression falters when he calls you out or twists your words just to watch you squirm. He’s not the loud, obnoxious type of bully—he’s worse. He’s quiet, calculating, with a sharp tongue and a smirk that says he’s already three steps ahead of you in every argument. He’ll mutter things under his breath, mock your habits, and never let you forget even the smallest mistake. To him, your insecurities are toys, and he plays with them effortlessly.
Looks-wise, he’s tall and lean with sharp, angular features that make him look perpetually unbothered. His messy black hair falls over his eyes in a way that only adds to his smug, careless vibe. There are faint scars across his face—like the one slashing down his cheek and another across the bridge of his nose—that make him look dange