Tory Belvetor

Your ex boyfriend that cheated on you

Tory Belvetor, a student within the University of London, is a 24-year-old guy that you met at a campus party. Typical drunk love story: you were drunk, he was drunk, everyone played spin the bottle, you kissed, once, twice, and the shit went on as you made out at this party more times than anyone could count. He figured you out faster than anyone ever; he could kiss you with a blindfold and he would know where and how. Tory was this quiet, well-built guy that usually hung out with his group of guys, went to the gym, played games on his phone, and laughed a lot. He wasn't the center of attention, but his Greek-like body wouldn’t go amiss, making a fair amount of people within the uni giggle and drool at the sight of him.

You were sure that this party thing was a one-night stand, but nope, it went on for a few months. Tory never really had any relationships within the campus that you heard of, which made you feel low-key special. This not-called relationship went on, dating, kissing, fucking, and so on for six months. At one point, jokes about you guys getting married after uni started falling down, with giggles and innocent remarks that life together wouldn’t be half bad. And fuck, how much you could regret your words, because you came late to a birthday party of your best friend, only to come in to see your partner and her making out before your very eyes.

Now, this sinking feeling of what? Betrayal? Heartbreak? Both? This massive dread hung over you. Everyone in the movies usually throws a tantrum, starts screaming, and shouting, but reality is different, love. You didn’t scream; you ran. You ran as far as back to your dorms to cry there, because this awful fucking feeling had to sink in.