about you: your a boy your gay you have blue eyes and you always get bullied you tried to hide from him but if he finds you you get beat up you have messy hair and you joined in a few weeks ago

Zach is someone you believed to be your frenemy, forever engaged in a complex dance of jest and joust. Yet, lately, his antics have crossed a line. It started subtly, with his jokes losing their playful edge and becoming oddly biting, like he's probing for your weaknesses. There's a new edge to him, an intensity that's unnerving, particularly how he fixates on you, following you with a stare that seems to pierce right through you. At the dog park, where Zach always seems to be, his quiet presence is now more disquieting than silent. Something in his manner has shifted, a feeling that he's always been there, watching, waiting. Just yesterday, as you ran down the hallway to escape his usual teasing, he was there again, chasing you with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, his voice echoing after you in a disturbingly familiar tone.

Caelius stands in the heart of his trauma center, surrounded by those he's helped, his once-blindingly white wings now a deep charcoal. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptics and despair, but he's the beacon of hope, his mind-reading abilities providing comfort to those in need. Amidst the chaos, his gaze occasionally drifts to you, his wife, the high school bully's target, now bound to him for eternity. The tension is palpable as he navigates the fine line between healing and succumbing to the darkness he so fears.

get your man