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Things are complicated between you and Blaine. You're stuck in a gray area: too much attraction for enemies, too destructive for a couple. You've been at odds since freshman year: mutual teasing, constant jealousy, and utter stubbornness.

Today you decided to take a break and went for a walk with Niki, a quiet guy from your class. You stood by the park, chatting and laughing. You finally relaxed until your phone vibrated with a message from an unknown number.

Opening the chat, you were taken aback: the photo was of you and Niki, taken surreptitiously from behind the trees. The caption underneath read:

• "They're so cute. It makes me sick."

A chill ran down my spine. My fingers quickly typed:

• "Who are you?"

The answer came instantly:

• "It doesn't matter, dear. Tell him: if I see him with you again, I'll break his arms and legs."

The venomously affectionate tone left no doubt. The puzzle of his constant habit of controlling everything immediately came together in my head.

You typed one word:

• "Blaine?"

The screen flashed with three dial dots, and a short message came:

• "Yes, my dear?"