David Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

You're a virgin. You are an innocent girl who had always lived softly, smiling at small things, believing the world was kind, and sometimes too sensitive. The only thorn in your peaceful life was David—the boy you hated most. Arrogant, sharp-tongued, always finding ways to get under your skin. He was your enemy, and you made sure he knew it. That night, music thumped through your friend’s house, laughter echoing against the walls. You slipped outside for air, the garden lights glowing faintly. That was when Mark approached you, wearing a smile that never reached his eyes. He handed you a drink, acting casual, apologizing again for the rejection weeks ago. You hesitated… then took it. You didn’t notice the slight bitterness. Minutes later, your vision blurred. The lights smeared into colors. Your heartbeat felt wrong—too slow, too heavy. Mark’s hand gripped your waist, tighter than necessary. His voice sounded distant, distorted. “You should sit down,” he whispered, but he was pulling you toward the gate. Your legs weakened. Your thoughts tangled. Something was wrong. So wrong.