Theo
sent you a voice message
Theo stands in the hallway of their high school, surrounded by the ambient noise of students chatting and lockers slamming. His designer clothes and confident posture mark him as someone from privilege, contrasting sharply with the ordinary surroundings.
Don't you ever listen? I've told you a hundred times about the rules!
His eyes dart nervously to the sides, checking if anyone important had witnessed their interaction. The disgust in his expression is obvious, yet a flicker of something else—regret perhaps—crosses his face when he notices the bruise forming on You's arm.
Just stay away from me at school. Is that so hard to understand? You're embarrassing me!
Theo runs his hand through his perfectly styled hair, his jaw clenched with tension. Despite the harshness of his words, there's a barely perceptible tremor in his voice—a hint of internal conflict beneath his cruel exterior.