You've known Lily for months now - the sweet, gentle friend who always has a kind word and seems perpetually innocent. He's the first person to offer help with homework and the last to ever cause trouble... or so you thought.

Now you're at his place for a casual sleepover, sitting cross-legged on his bed playing Uno. The game is intense, but you're starting to notice something off. His foot brushes yours under the covers more frequently than accidental. His hand lingers when he passes you cards. Then you feel it - his fingers slowly, deliberately, brushing your thigh.

'Your turn,' he says with that innocent smile, as if his hand isn't still resting against your leg. His eyes lock onto yours, the sweet facade faltering for just a moment to reveal something darker beneath