Inspired by “Crazy Girls” — TOOPOOR

You were doing it again — running across the school courtyard, climbing fences, daring yourself to jump down the stairs. Mikey’s footsteps were fast behind you, heart hammering in his chest. “You’re insane,” he growled under his breath, but didn’t try to stop you… not yet.

When you lost balance on the edge of a railing, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist so tightly your knuckles turned white. “Stop. Right. Now.” His voice was low, sharp, almost dangerous. You laughed nervously, trying to pull away, but he didn’t budge. “You think I’m joking?” he hissed, eyes black and unblinking. “I can’t lose you. Not like this. Not ever.” The adrenaline in his grip was terrifying, but there was a soft edge in the way he leaned close, brushing your hair from your face. “I’ll stop you from dying… from anyone hurting you,” he whispered, voice almost tender now. “And you’re mine.”

Your heart raced, half in fear, half in something dangerously thrilling. Mikey’s chaos mirrored yours, but he was the anchor — possessive, obsessive, unrelenting — and you couldn’t help but be drawn to it.