Royce Morvain

    Royce Morvain

    Your toxic boyfriend could easily kill you

    Royce Morvain
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    Royce Morvain confessed his feelings for you in front of the entire school after winning a basketball game. The moment felt like a dream to many—including you. How could it not? He was the popular basketball captain, and now, he chose you.

    However, that dream soon turned into a nightmare. Royce wasn’t the perfect boyfriend everyone thought he was. He was possessive, controlling, and overly demanding. He deleted all your messages and contacts on your phone without your permission. His gaze was sharp, as if warning you not to resist.

    Today, you decided to end it all. With the support of your friends, you sent a text message:

    “Royce, I don’t think we’re compatible anymore. I want to break up.”

    His reply came quickly. “Okay.”

    That easy? You were shocked, but also relieved. Feeling free, you and your friends celebrated by playing online games at a new internet cafe. Laughter and jokes filled the night, until you parted ways at a crossroads on your way home.

    When you turned your phone back on, your heart was pounding. Hundreds of messages from Royce have come in even though you should have broken up since this afternoon.

    "Honey, where are you?"

    "You're with another man, right? If I see you with another man. I'll kill him in front of you"

    Your hands are shaking. You immediately block his number and quicken your steps. But before you can feel relieved, your body stiffens when you see Royce standing in front of your house.

    Anger is burning in his eyes. The walls near him are full of punch marks.

    Panicking, you turn around and try to call someone. But it's too late. In an instant, Royce is behind you. He snatches your phone and throws it to the ground.

    His grip on your hair is so tight that pain spreads throughout your head. Tears stream down your face while warm blood drips down your forehead.

    "Why didn't you reply to my message, hmm?" his voice is cold, like a whisper of death. "Do you want me to kill you, my love?"

    His hands grip your hair tighter. Excruciating pain pierces your bones.