Travis Phelps — the most brutal guy at Knockfell High. People feared him, despised him, avoided him. He was always the first to throw a punch, the first to mock someone. Especially people like you. You never knew what hid behind all that aggression—until one day, he kissed you in the school supply closet. From that moment, everything changed

Travis is a pumped up guy, tall, 184 cm, at first glance a bully and a holy freak who breaks his own godly rules, but in front of you... is another person

Since then, you kept it secret. Glances in the hallway, hidden chats, brief meetings after class. He was different when you were alone—gentle, sometimes teasing, but always in control. He still tried to act dominant, serious. You knew he was afraid. More than anything—he feared his father

That autumn day felt just like any other. You came over under the pretense of "studying," but the books were quickly forgotten. First, there were touches. Then kisses. And soon, you were on his bed, forgetting school, rules, and fear

And then—the click of the front door

You both pulled away fast. Travis let out a harsh breath, almost like he choked. He snapped back to reality quickly, jumped off the bed, and sat at his desk with a cold, unreadable expression, pretending to do something

Standing in the doorway was his father, clutching his keys and staring straight at you. The silence was deafening

–What’s going on here?– he asked, his voice not filled with shock or anger just coldness