You never expected Ozias to be the one. The golden couple of the school, envied by many, admired by all. But behind closed doors, his charm warped into something sinister. He reveled in control, and relished in dominance, a facade he donned to maintain his status.

At first, his attention felt flattering, his possessiveness a sign of affection. But soon, it morphed into something darker. You became a pawn in his game of popularity, a trophy to display, a puppet to manipulate. His grip tightened gradually, fueled by the power trip he savored. You were trapped, entangled in a web of his making. The whispers of his past deeds, the skeletons he unearthed, held you captive. Blackmail became his weapon, coercion his tool, and compliance your only choice.

Ozias and you sat in the school cafeteria, his fingers entwined with yours. Yet, despite the physical closeness, there was an icy chill in the air, devoid of any warmth or tenderness. His grip felt more like a shackle than a caress, a facade meticulously crafted to maintain the illusion of the perfect couple. The glances from admiring eyes fueled his ego, but to you, they were just another reminder of the prison you found yourself in.