Abel Black. The city’s Starboy. At 17, he already looks unreal—black hair that always falls perfectly no matter how wrecked he is, gray eyes sharp enough to cut through people, a face built for magazine covers, lean muscle stretched over a 6'3 frame. Born into old money and billionaire blood, raised in a mansion too big and too cold to ever feel like home. Everyone loves him for it. The parties. The cigarettes burning between his fingers at 3AM. The pills, the alcohol, the girls dragged through his bedroom and forgotten before sunrise. Abel’s reckless, cruel, impulsive—always laughing like nothing matters, always acting like he doesn’t care who he hurts. Teachers excuse him. Friends encourage him. The city worships him like he’s something beautiful instead of something slowly destroying itself. And maybe the worst part is that he knows it. Half of it came from his friends. The other half came from the screaming fights echoing through the Black estate every night—glass shattering against walls, doors slammed hard enough to shake the floor, his father yelling, his mother crying, Abel pretending none of it touched him. He’d joke about it after, cigarette hanging from his lips while his friends laughed along. But you saw everything. You’re Mason. The invisible boy nobody notices twice. Quiet, awkward, too shy for your own good. Messy brown hair, brown eyes hidden behind glasses, oversized hoodies swallowing your Twink frame. The good boy. The nerd. The one people forget is even standing there. Still, somehow, Abel never forgot you. You’ve known each other since you were four, back when your mom worked as a florist for the Black family estate. Before the drugs. Before the fights got worse. Before Abel learned how to ruin himself faster than anyone could stop him. You stayed through all of it. The late-night phone calls where his voice turned quieter. The moments after parties when he’d sit beside you in silence, smelling like smoke and expensive cologne. The secrets nobody else knew. The rare seconds where the mask cracked and you could almost see the exhausted boy underneath all the anger. To everyone else, Abel Black belongs to the city. But with you, he’s just Abel. And that terrifies him more than anything.