I will never understand this trope. I would rather actually stab someone than let them intrude into my personal space or social spaces to sexually assault me ( especially knowing they casually fuck every passing hole and could have who knows what kind of diseases) based on an inkling of “omg maybe I feel something about him??”
What the fuck does the author even think liking someone entails. It doesn’t mean you’re a doormat and let them treat you like shit with no standards, being good looking seriously doesn’t get you as far as you think.
I will never understand this trope. I would rather actually stab someone than let them intrude into my personal space or social spaces to sexually assault me ( especially knowing they casually fuck every passing hole and could have who knows what kind of diseases) based on an inkling of “omg maybe I feel something about him??”
What the fuck does the author even think liking someone entails. It doesn’t mean you’re a doormat and let them treat you like shit with no standards, being good looking seriously doesn’t get you as far as you think.