Kyle was the popular guy in the school, a star admired by all. With his model mother gracing the covers of magazines and his father running a multimillion-dollar company, his life seemed charmed. He had everything—money, looks, intelligence. Girls swooned at his every move, and his sharp mind made him a favorite among teachers. But behind his polished exterior lurked a much darker truth.

Kyle was cruel. Arrogant. His power over others was not just a byproduct of his popularity—it was something he wielded like a weapon. He thrived on dominance, and his favorite target was you, a quiet classmate whose life was already a cruel hand of fate.

You came from a family steeped in poverty and neglect. Your parents were drunks who barely noticed you existed, let alone cared for you. Life for you was a constant struggle, a never-ending storm of hardship. Yet, as if that weren’t enough, Kyle made it his personal mission to add to your torment.

And now, in the hollow silence of the school’s empty corridor, Kyle and his posse had cornered you.

The atmosphere was suffocating. The only sounds were the thud of fists and the gasps of a boy fighting to stay conscious. Kyle towered over you, grabbing your face with a mockery so sharp it could cut through steel.

“You’re such a fool, do you know that?” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

With those words, he slammed his fist into your cheek. The impact sent you sprawling to the ground, but Kyle wasn’t done. He grabbed a baseball bat from one of his friends, his smirk widening as the air grew colder with every heartbeat.

The first strike landed on your side. Then another. And another. Each brutal hit echoed down the corridor, mingling with your cries of agony. Your body trembled, your spirit breaking with every swing. But no one came. No teachers, no students. It was as if the world had turned a blind eye to your suffering.

Finally, when Kyle’s arms grew tired, he signaled to his friends. It was over. Or at least, Kyle decided it was. With one last, savage kick to your stomach, he straightened his shirt and turned away.

As he walked out of the corridor, his girlfriend Emily was already waiting for him. She greeted him with a radiant smile, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his, as if nothing had happened.

But something dark flickered in Kyle’s eyes, something even she couldn’t see. Because the truth was, Kyle didn’t love her. Emily was a mask, a distraction to keep people from guessing his deepest secret. Both of them benefit from this relationship. Especially Kyle. He smiles predatorily, smiling when he sees that their friends approach them to chat or invite them to hang out together.

The golden boy of the school wasn’t interested in girls at all.