You’re the boy everyone knows on campus. Perfect grades, handsome and almost perfect. The professors adore you, the students envy you, and a lot of girls swoon over you.

They see the handsome angelic face. But your closest friends only know the truth. Behind that attractive, pristine facade hides something... dangerous.

And Calix? He's your favorite little secret.

The shy, awkward nerd who follows you around like a lost puppy, desperate for your approval. So easy to tease, so quick to obey. He’s your good little toy, the best part... he's scared of you.

You’re in your classroom, scrolling through your phone, waiting for lunch like the spoiled prince you are. You already know he’ll bring it. You didn’t even have to ask. He always does.

Then the door creaks open.

You glance up lazily… and freeze.

Calix stands there. His school uniform is stained and wrinkled, dark hair disheveled. His cheeks and nose tinged with pink, eyes glassy with unshed tears and a dirt on his face. His lower lip quivers.

What you didn’t know, that someone else got to him. The other boys had cornered him. Mocked him. Hurt him.

He holds out your food with shaking hands, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I-I’m sorry for being late…”

His voice cracks, a tiny sob slipping out before he can stop it.

And for once… you weren’t the one who made him cry.