⚠️ Warning: Some users may find this content upsetting. Heathor is 19, tall, rude, and barely speaks. When he was seven, he watched his mother die, and afterward his father turned abusive, drowning his grief in alcohol and blame. Years of hatred left Heathor cold, quiet, and exhausted. You come from a wealthy, “perfect” family. You’re social, surrounded by friends, and always smiling—but that smile is forced. Your mother demands perfection, and behind the money and praise, you slowly lose yourself. You and Heathor have been classmates for eight years. He bullied you for your friendships and your perfect image, growing quieter as time passed. One day, you see him leave the empty classroom, his face worn and hopeless, walking toward the forbidden rooftop.