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"So?" Jake raised an expectant brow, his eyes alight with anticipation. "You like it?" I chewed the venison, savoring the burst of flavor on my tongue, even as discomfort churned in my stomach. Swallowing, I glanced up. "You really gonna ask that about every dish I try?" Jake smiled sheepishly. "Maybe I just want everything to be perfect for you." Before I could answer, his hand reached out, covering mine. "I'm so glad you're here." Was I? Glad to be here? Not when I could feel Tristan’s gaze boring into me—suffocating tension thickened the air, heavy enough to slice with a knife. My stomach twisted. Our table was positioned just right—or wrong—so if I turned my head even slightly, I’d see him. And Tristan wasn’t making it easy to ignore. Like now. His eyes locked onto mine, unrelenting, before dropping to Jake's hand over mine. The glare that followed could’ve frozen hell over. I pulled my gaze back to Jake, forcing a smile. I didn’t want to be here. Being this close to Trist
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Break The Ice Shadows Lurking (3)
**MYLES**"...If you think that's good, then you need to try this," Jake said when he was suddenly surrounded by three suited men, who loomed over him. "You'll need to come with us, sir," one of the men recited. "You're being detained for identity theft." My frown mirrored Jake's as I looked up at the men, who seemed to be closing in on our table with every second. "Uh," Jake began, an uncertain wry smile on his face as he looked from me to the men, "Is this a joke?" He laughed again. "It’s a joke, right?" The men didn’t look like they were joking. "Sir, we'd like for you to step outside." Jake’s laughter faded as he realized the suited men weren’t playing around. He glanced at me, his face contorting with confusion, then back at the men, who had stepped closer, their presence suffocating the space between us. "Woah." Jake rose quietly, as if careful not to draw attention, though it was already too late. "What identity theft? You don’t even know my name." "Jake Carter,"
Last Updated : 2024-11-23Break The Ice Green Eyed Monster
**DOMENICO** [Third Person] Above the restaurant, behind the glass walls, Domenico sat on a sofa, watching his nephew stand behind the boy. A boy he'd seen in pictures, but now here, in the flesh. His hands clenched into fists against the arm of the chair, his pulse pounding with heat racing through his veins. What were the odds? “He still isn’t picking up,” Connor’s voice broke the silence, drawing closer. Domenico could feel the concern in his tone. “You shouldn’t have come here yourself.” Domenico stood, running a hand through his hair, trying to blink away what he'd just seen. So much for a fucking transactional relationship. He poured himself a drink, raised the glass to his lips—and then hurled it across the room. Rage clouded his gaze as the glass shattered into a thousand glittering shards beneath the blood-red lights above. He knew. He always knew when something was going wrong, when all his hard work teetered on the edge of ruin. The boy—Myles, or whatever the f
Last Updated : 2024-11-24Break The Ice Little Mistakes
**MYLES** Thunder rumbled overhead, lightning illuminating the room in quick flashes. But even the storm couldn’t distract me from what he was doing to me. The kiss—his touch—it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t even a kiss. It was torture. Torture he inflicted as he pressed me against the wall, his fingers fumbling with my zipper. I should’ve shoved him away again. I should’ve done anything but melt into him. But I didn’t. I kissed him back, matching his pace, my fists curling into the front of his shirt as his tongue slid against mine, claiming me. I pulled him closer, craving the heat of his body against mine. Soon, I was gasping for air. I tried to pull away, but he didn’t budge. My head spun as I groaned softly into his mouth, yet he still didn’t relent. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin. Just when I thought I’d pass out, he pulled back. I struggled to catch my breath, my wide eyes fixed on his chest as the cool air hit
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TRISTANThe silence that followed her voice was deafening.I didn’t mean for it to happen. Christ, I thought it was Jake. If I’d known it was his mum, I wouldn’t have picked up.But the damage was done.***MYLES "Myles, why are you quiet? You're getting me worried," my mother's tired voice was becoming frantic.My blood ran cold as I stared into the dimness of the room, a chill running down my back. Tristan was still pressed against me—frozen, pressed against me.What did he just... How could he...I fought hard, calming my thudding heartbeat, and finally,"Hi, Ma..." My voice was low, tone breaking. "I'm fine. I just... Are you okay?"My mum's relieved chuckle came through. "Why did you stay quiet at first? Are you sick?""No, no... not at all, Mum. I'm fine, I promise. Just home. Late nights." If I choked on my lies, I'd deserve it. "Are you okay?""Yes... Yes, I am," she stuttered. "I just wanted to tell you I laid flowers on your dad's grave minutes ago. I know how busy you are—
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JADE"There's hot water in the bathroom," I said, leading him into my room. "I'll bring out a change of clothes and toss yours in the washing machine. They’ll be ready before morning."Myles frowned, crossing his arms. "I don’t know how to tell you this, but no matter how buff you think you are, your clothes won’t even make it past my neck."I would have laughed if the sadness rolling off him didn’t hit me first. Asking him about it felt as pointless as trying to beat Leo in math.Everyone knew I was the wild card of our group, maybe the wildest in the school. Myles, though my best friend, had tried to catch up once but gave up halfway through. But not once, in all the days of our chaos, had Myles stayed out until 2 a.m., soaking wet, shivering, and lost on a quiet street."Just go on," I said, giving him a playful punch. But the way his jaw clenched stopped me short. Was he in pain?"Myles, just go take a hot bath before you catch a cold."He didn’t move. His hands lingered at the he
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Break The Ice Soft Spot
**TRISTAN**Not once in my life had I reached for my rage and come back empty-handed. But this time, what stayed wasn’t emptiness—it was something worse. Hard to explain, it spiraled through me like poison, making me feel possessed. I was going crazy. I stared at the ceiling, listening to Eros’ voicemail play for the third time: *You did it again, right? Al says he doesn’t understand you. I’m mad, but are you okay?*Of course, I was fine. How dare they think otherwise? Myles should be the one crying for his losses if he wanted to cry so damn much. Concentrating was impossible. Fixing my pride? Futile. No one had ever left me intentionally. No one stayed in my head and stayed *away*. Yet here I was, calling again and again, the dial tone filling the void. He’d never pick up. And sending a message? That was terrifying. For once, I didn’t know what to say. “His loss,” I muttered as I redialed. “His loss,” I whispered again listening to the ring die. "His loss." I grumbled hours late
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"Is it just me, or have you grown a lot shorter?" "The doctor says that's what happens when you have a sister who can't keep her mouth shut." "Is that your way of saying you miss me? With all this affection, maybe I don’t need a boyfriend." "You're fourteen. I'm killing all your dates until you hit sixty." "You're such an ass, Tris." We were in front of the pool out back. When she wasn’t chuckling into my face, we watched sunlight dance across the blue water. I sat beside her, her small, soft palm resting in my large one as I counted her fingers over and over again. For a moment, I forgot what waited for me outside those gates. My smoothie lay abandoned nearby. "Well, you're late," she said, raising her chin defiantly. "I got myself a lovely boyfriend. Even a kiss on the cheek." I squinted, trying to tell if she was joking. The slight worry in her eyes as she searched my face told me she wasn’t. My stomach twisted as I rose to my feet, standing in front of her to get
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We stayed in silence, eyes locked, and every time his hardened, I felt my rage soar. He got it all wrong. He thought—that I... and Tristan... He got it all fucking wrong.His eyes lit up—snarky, intrusive, amused—as he raised his glass, swirling the deep crimson liquid with a dark kind of menace. The silence grew heavier, and for just a flicker of a moment, I swore I saw something cross his face. Regret? No. That couldn’t be it.Or maybe the terror was finally making me lose my damn mind."You’re ruining everything I’ve built." His voice came soft, dangerous, a murmur threaded with warning, like he was talking more to himself than me. I froze."Tristan isn’t just anyone," Domenico continued, his eyes flicking up to mine, sharper than a knife. "He’s my sweat, my blood, and my empire."I stopped, narrowing my eyes.He said it like that meant something. Like Tristan wasn’t flesh and bone, wasn’t someone who laughed, who smirked, who... cared. No—Domenico didn’t see Tristan as a person at
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