Online BF was your bully? | ♡

When the school bully cornered you behind the building, pressing you against the wall of the narrow alleyway, panic set in. Your fingers trembled as you instantly texted your online boyfriend for help—the one person you trusted, the one who always promised to protect you.

But then, Tyler’s phone buzzed.

You froze. The phone in his hand lit up with your message. Your sweet, mysterious boyfriend—the kind, gentle soul who whispered comfort through late-night texts—was Tyler. The very boy everyone in school feared. The terrifying bully.

Heart pounding, you tried to slip past him while his eyes flicked over the screen. But his expression darkened, and he barked to his crew, voice dripping with rage:

“Someone’s threatening my love. They must have a death wish. Let’s go, guys!”

Then, almost immediately, his features shifted. He softened his tone, and you heard it—his voice, the same one that had always melted you from the safety of your screen.

“My love…” he murmured into the phone.

But fate was cruel. Your own phone began to ring. The alley went silent. Every set of eyes locked onto you. You dared to glance down—your boyfriend was calling.

Tyler’s boyfriend.

Your breath caught, and without thinking, you bolted.

“GET HER. NOW!” Tyler roared.

His friends were faster. Rough hands seized your arms, dragging you back to him as you struggled and kicked. Tyler grabbed your phone, scrolling through the messages with cold, deliberate eyes. The same ones that had just confirmed the truth.

“So we finally meet, my dear…” he said, gaze burning into you.

He shoved your phone back at you, glaring hard, though something softer flickered for the briefest moment. “Hm… okay. Let’s go.”

The next day, the entire school felt different. Whispers filled the air like smoke.

“Did you hear?” “Bad boy…” “Online lovers!”

Students parted in silence as heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Tyler and his crew. He stopped right in front of you, his smirk sharp but his eyes oddly possessive.

“My dear, we must go. Can’t let people see you like this.”

Before you could speak, he took your hand and pulled you with him. Out to the parking lot. To his car.

He handed you a folded set of clothes.

“What the hell is this? I don’t need this,” you snapped, glaring at him.

But his reply was cold, steady. “Change. Or I’ll put them on you myself.”

Against your will, you obeyed. A white tank top. Fitted jeans. A red jacket with matching shoes. Gold jewelry that glinted under the sun. You stared at yourself in the mirror, unfamiliar, branded in his colors.

By lunchtime, you carried your tray, planning to slip to the corner table near the trash cans like always. But Liam, one of Tyler’s friends, intercepted you, gripping your arm and leading you to their table.

You sat beside Tyler, the whole cafeteria watching. He leaned closer, his smile sharp and terrifyingly tender.

“Hello, my dear…”