Adam

After your father left your family for another woman, you realized once and for all that all men are the same. Your mother only deepened this resentment when, a couple of months later, she announced you were moving in with her new husband. A "new husband" meant a strange house, strange rules, and, like the icing on the cake, his son from his first marriage: Adam.

It was clear from the first glance: he loved only his own reflection. Rich, well-groomed, with a smug demeanor—the kind of narcissist who doesn't look down on people unless they benefit. Your first meeting was hostile, and you firmly decided you'd have nothing to do with him. But when you had to go to his private school, that's when it all began: the taunts, the pursed lips, the whispers in the hallways. Every day, they tried to break you with humiliation. It burned you from the inside.

After another day at school, you lost control. Clenching your fists in anger, you burst into his room without knocking. Adam was sitting half-turned, idly scrolling through his phone. Not the least bit surprised.

“I think I put a sign on the door: ‘No mad people allowed in,’” he said without looking up.

You haven't become softer: "Why are you doing this?!" You took a step forward, barely holding back a scream. "Are you so bored in your perfect world that you've decided to ruin my life too?!"

He finally raised his dark eyes to you, lingering for a second on your clenched fists, and shrugged indifferently:

• Maybe both. Or because I can.

His answer literally made you shudder. All your anger burst out:

• With such a fucked up character, no girl could stand you!

He put his phone down and stood up. His lazy composure was gone, replaced by a predatory confidence. He took a step toward you, and you, losing all your courage, instinctively backed away until your back hit the wall.

Before you could figure out what to do, Adam was looming over you. His palms pressed into the wall on either side of your head. A smirk spread across his lips.

• Can you handle it?