His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak
He brought embarrassment, yes, but also a strange, flickering joy.
He teased me. He saw me. He didn't ignore me like Damon, and he wasn't a silent, dutiful shadow like Ilya. Max brought a chaotic brightness into my world that made me think, for the very first time, that maybe he was the antidote to my suffering. People called him a "bad boy," but to me, he felt possessive in a way that felt like belonging.