Twilight withdrew in shock. Becca, who had also heard, along with some other students, turned pale. Ethan, equally stunned, wondered what Martin’s deal was.“W...what are you doing?” Ethan stuttered, and Martin turned his gaze to him.“Nothing really. I just want to make friends,” Martin shrugged, his voice showing he meant no harm. “Or do you not want to be my friend?” His brow furrowed slightly, and Ethan swallowed.What should he say?Just a moment ago, he had been yearning for a friend—someone to hang around with. Someone who wouldn’t look down on him like most people had throughout his life. Now, all of a sudden, a hot new guy was asking him to be his friend.Before Ethan could reply, a lecturer stepped in. The atmosphere in the class grew serious as the lecturer was known for being strict.Martin averted his gaze from Ethan and focused on the board. He pulled out his books and became serious.He must be someone cool at least. I just hope he’s not like James, Ethan thought, fidge
Ethan was seated alone around the corner, having his lunch at the school cafe when chatter erupted as a figure stepped in.He looked up and saw Martin walking in with some popular dancers, the Crystal group. Ethan's brows furrowed. Did Martin know them?Judging from how they spoke and interacted, they seemed close to each other. The second leader of the Crystal group, Jericho, a tall hit guy, had his arm wrapped around Martin's neck, laughing with him. His eyes held an adoration, respect and familiarity in them.Ethan never watched their dance show. He barely had time for such entertainment, but the group was popular. They were five in number and insanely talented. Four of them attended this college as seniors.Their leader, a mysterious guy who loved to wear a mask… Wait!Could Martin be the one wearing the mask?Seeing the way these five hot guys walked together, Martin must have been their leader.The same guy who had asked him to be his friend held this level of popularity without
Ethan lay on his bed, disoriented. His mind replayed today’s events like a broken record. He stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding at the memory of Martin and his friends inviting him to their party. A party? With them? Was this some sort of prank? He turned to his side, burying his face in the pillow, his thoughts chaotic. What if it was a trap? What if Martin and his group were no different from James? They were popular, confident, and had the power to crush someone like him with a snap of their fingers. But then, Martin’s expression from earlier—the gentle smile, the sincerity in his voice—resurfaced in Ethan’s mind. He didn’t seem like the type to mock or bully. And his friends… they didn’t either. He groaned softly. “How am I going to deal with this?” His phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping him out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a message from Martin. Martin: Hey, just wanted to remind you about the party tonight. It starts at 8. Don’t o
The buzzing loud music was beginning to irritate Ethan’s ears, and the smoke in the air made his stomach churn slightly, making him nauseous. He didn't really like it here. He didn't belong. The people around him were way out of his league. His eyes swept across the room once again—women grinding against men, dancing to the wild rhythm of the music. Many had dark ink tattoos sprawled across their bodies, piercings adorning their faces. Some didn’t, but their clothes were far from decent. It was like stepping into a whole new world. Strange. Intriguing. It terrified him, but deep down, he wanted to stay a little longer. Besides, he couldn’t leave without seeing his new friend, Martin. That would upset him. Jericho approached a particular lady. She had short, dark red-dyed hair, and two rings on her lower lip that made her look even more attractive. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her body, accentuating every curve. It barely covered her well-shaped, all
As Lucian stepped in, the first scent he searched for was Ethan’s, but he couldn’t perceive it.He moved further into the apartment, but Ethan’s scent was nowhere to be found. His brow furrowed as the realization settled in—Ethan was not home.Butler Ben emerged from the kitchen, bowing slightly as he greeted him. “Welcome back, Master.”Lucian took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the anger slowly rising in his chest.8 p.m. Be home, or there will be consequences.The instruction had been simply short and clear. Yet his little mate refused to fucking listen. Was he simply trying to drive him to the edge? Did he crave another punishment?Lucian’s expression darkened.Butler Ben seemed to notice his unease and quickly spoke, his voice cautious. “Young Master mentioned he would be going out with a friend. He said he was sorry for not informing you before leaving and that he tried to reach you, but his calls weren’t going through, sir.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed. Friend? Ethan had
Ethan glanced down at the tiny glass, small enough to be emptied in one shot. The liquid inside was a deep amber color, swirling lazily under the dim lights of the club.Slowly, he took the glass from Charlie, biting down on his lip. She downed hers in one go, letting out a satisfied hum.“It’s got everything good,” she chuckled, her eyes bright and carefree.Maybe she was right—maybe he needed to loosen up. Just for tonight."Go on. Trust me you're going to like it," she assured.Ethan took a deep breath and tipped the glass back, swallowing the contents in one gulp. The moment the liquid hit his tongue, his eyes widened, his face contorting as he groaned, gripping the counter for support.Charlie burst into laughter at his reaction, her amusement ringing through the air.“Fuck! How do you guys enjoy this?” Ethan coughed, his throat burning as the liquid flow through. “God, it tastes awful! Oh, shit—my head’s already spinning…” He paused, clearing his throat as if it would ease the s
Ethan’s thoughts jumbled as he tried to process what the actual fuck was happening. But before he could make sense of it, Martin’s lips pressed further against his, and his grip on Ethan’s waist tightened—the impact a harsh reminder that this was real.Martin was kissing him.A rush of adrenaline kicked in. Ethan forced his hands to move, shoving Martin away and breaking free from his hold.His breath came in ragged gasps, eyes red with disbelief as anger surged in his chest.Why? Was this all part of some plan? But… this was insane. Martin, of all people?Ethan’s gaze darted to Charlie. She didn’t look surprised or upset that Martin had stolen him away from her grip.Her expression made it clear—she knew this was coming. It had all been planned. Had she purposely given him alcohol to make this happen? Was this an order from Martin?A storm of questions swirled in his mind.He turned back to Martin, who stood there smirking, clearly unbothered, clearly not regretting what he had just
Ethan's mouth opened, but words refused to come out. A different kind of fear settled in his bones. He hadn't expected Lucian to be here. Not now, not like this.Before he could react, a strong arm grabbed his shirt, yanking him up. Ethan stumbled but quickly steadied himself in Lucian’s grip.“Too many scents, little mate,” Lucian almost growled, his anger clear in his piercing gaze. “There are too many scents on you. I wonder who I should kill first.”Finally finding his voice, Ethan snapped back. “Is it a crime to go out with some friends?”“Friends?” Lucian scoffed, his grip still firm. “Oh yeah? And how’s it going with your friends, Ethan Wave? What’s with the tears on your face?”Lucian paused, his sharp eyes catching something at the corner of Ethan’s lips.Wait—was that… lipstick?Red.Lucian saw red.Ethan’s jaw clenched. Gathering his strength, he managed to pull himself free from Lucian's hold.“Stay away from me. You’re no different from them,” Ethan rasped, stepping back.
"I've seen her nudes before. She ain't got no shaved clean pussy," a voice spoke from the side of the stall."Yeah, right, but you gotta see how she bounces, though. She's tight as fuck," another added."I'd agree with Dan. You need to see how she squirts too. Gotta say, she is heaven," the third chimed in."But a whore, kinda," the first let out a short laugh. "How come Luke never noticed his girlfriend was such a hotspot, fucking around with every man she met?""Not our business, though. At least we had something to taste. She's fine," the third said."She was the one who came to us, not the other way around. We are not guilty," the second added. "We're good friends."Silence fell for a moment before they all burst into laughter."Good friends who are about to have a foursome with her," the first snickered, followed by another round of laughter.But it was cut short. Then came a whimper—no, a moan—echoing from the last stall in the restroom."You hear that?" the third man asked, see
A drink?Ethan lips parted recalling the last time he drank. He had kissed Charlie and Martin, and experience he doesn't want to think of.“I know what you're thinking little mate” Lucian smirk. “It's just one drink with me this time around”Etha sighed looking away. “I don't know… I... I'm a bad drinker but alright”******BARThe hotel bar looked very expensive and spacious. The people in it appeared rich and elegant.The bartender slid a drink toward Ethan. He swallowed at the sight of it.Despite preparing himself for this, having it placed in front of him shattered that confidence."It's fine if you don't want it. You can have Coke instead," Lucian spoke from his side, taking his own drink.Ethan shook his head. "I'll have it."Lucian side-glanced at him, watching as Ethan took a sip.Ethan groaned lightly, placing the drink back on the table.Lucian snorted, taking the drink away and asking for a Coke instead, which Ethan accepted when it arrived."You're still not going to tell
Butcher threw the first attack, fast and swift; however, the man before him effortlessly shifted from his spot, dodging the blow.Butcher didn’t stop. He threw more punches, harder and faster than before, his eyes glinting with fury and excitement. One hit was enough to break a bone—at least for a human.But as time passed, frustration began to creep in. Every single one of his attacks hit nothing but empty air, as the man dodged them all… without even removing his hands from his pockets.Worse!Those bored eyes of his was not even focused on him.Who would have thought his opponent would be this interesting? Butcher hadn’t had anyone challenge his strength in a long time, and this man was doing it so effortlessly.Nah! He would break the proud facade of this mysterious man in a suit, no matter what!Butcher went all out, swinging his calloused fists with full force, adding even more impact to his attacks—yet nothing landed.He looked like a fool, dancing with no music. Who the hell wa
My man.Fuck!If someone had told him he’d hear Ethan say that—admitting that he was his—Lucian would have scoffed and dismissed it as a bluff.The shy, annoying crybaby was becoming bold. And hell, the way he had kissed him just now had already turned him so fucking on.Just as the girl finally left, Ethan spun to face him—but Lucian immediately shot out his hand, grabbing Ethan by the neck and pulling him closer.Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, Lucian’s eyes dark and filled with hunger.For those words.“Say it again,” Lucian demanded, his voice deep.Ethan’s breath hitched. “What?”“That I’m yours.”Lucian smirked, and even though the aura he emitted would make anyone shrink back, Ethan didn’t flinch.“You’re mine,” Ethan replied.Lucian crashed his lips onto his, the kiss turning wild. Their lips burned against each other until they lost their breath. When they pulled away, Ethan was gasping for air.“Ethan…”“The match has started,” Ethan cut in knowing what Luci
For someone as cold as Lucian, dinner must seem too common and quite boring since, according to Eric, Lucian doesn't like eating outside.Dinner out canceled.As for cinemas, Lucian's television at the apartment was big, and if he wanted to watch a newly released movie, he would.Night parties were not Ethan's thing either; he was practically terrible at such events. After a long thought, Ethan considered something more entertaining—something even Eric would approve of.A wrestling show. Ethan loved watching the sport; it was pretty much his favorite, as it reminded him of his father. They used to watch the sport together.Since Lucian was someone who seemed attracted to violence and such, Ethan guessed perhaps Lucian might find it entertaining.“I hope he does, and even if he doesn't… I'm the one taking him out, and I'll make him enjoy it.”Ethan took a deep breath, taking one last look at his casually fine outfit. His eyes flicked to his jotter, where he had jotted down the things h
Lucian stood there, stunned, as Ethan walked away with a confidence he hadn’t displayed before. The bold declaration rang in his ears—If I’m yours, then you’re mine.Mine.Something inside Lucian stirred, a primal part of him that had long been caged. The need to dominate, to possess, to claim. Yet, Ethan had just flipped the dynamic, making it clear that he wouldn’t be another submissive plaything. He had challenged Lucian’s authority, dared to stand on equal ground.And damn it, that turned him on.Lucian’s lips curled into an amused smirk as he leaned against the wall, watching Ethan disappear into his room.“Interesting,” he murmured.______LUTHER'S DOMAINA luxurious car pulled up in front of the towering Grand Building, halting with a soft screech. The door swung open, and the driver, dressed in a fine suit, stepped out, walking over to open the door for another figure.A pair of polished black shoes stretched out first, followed by long, slender legs leading to a tall, command
LONDONEthan rolled over in bed, his eyes glued to his phone, staring at his delivered read messages while pressing his lips together.“Why isn’t he replying?” Ethan muttered to himself, then blinked. “Why am I so worried? He could be anywhere. He’s strong, rich… I’m just wondering why he isn’t home. It’s pretty normal since we live together, right?”He reread the message he had sent, over and over again, trying to make sense of his own concern.Then he sighed, flinging his phone to the side and staring up at the ceiling.His thoughts drifted to what he had said to Lucian. He couldn’t have meant all that, right?Was he really falling for a cold, inhuman man like Lucian?“I’m definitely not,” he muttered. He would clear things up once Lucian was back—let him know he hadn’t meant a single word of what he said that night.Ethan swallowed, his hand trailing to the left side of his chest. His heart was pounding, his breath slightly unsteady.He sighed, moving his hand from his chest to his
RUSSIA RUSSIA A young man—barely more than a college boy—rushed out of his car and stormed into the building, his breath ragged as he shoved past anyone in his way. The space was thick with smoke. The people inside looked dangerous—tattooed, armed, and drowning in the scent of alcohol and heavy drugs. He passed through two sectors of the building before reaching the main room upstairs. With impatience evident in his every movement, he knocked on the door. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he muttered under his breath. A voice granted him permission, and he stepped inside. His eyes settled on his boss's huge frame lounging on the couch. His aura was intimidating, with almost all of his body covered in tattoos. Four barely covered women were with him. Two were taking turns sucking on his member, while the other two offered their naked breasts and kissed him. "Boss, we have a problem," the young guy spoke in Russian, his expression disturbed. "What is it, Sergei?" the brute-looking mal
Ethan stared at the several dishes on the table, his brow knitted with curiosity. It was Saturday; Butler Ben wasn't normally available on Saturdays, and he usually ate at the café before visiting his mother at the hospital.Could Mr. Lucian have ordered this?Curiosity waned at Ethan. What could it be? It smelled so nice.Ethan glanced at Lucian's closed room before reaching out to open the meal.Steam curled into the air as Ethan lifted the lids, revealing a spread of perfectly cooked steak, roasted vegetables, and creamy mashed potatoes. Beside it sat a bowl of what looked like homemade soup, its rich aroma making his stomach growl with hunger.His mouth parted in shock.“Holy shit,” Ethan muttered. These foods were definitely not ordered. Come to think of it, Lucian had never ordered a meal from outside before.Hearing the sudden creak of a door, Ethan immediately covered the meals and sat, pretending he wasn't doing anything.Lucian appeared in a black armless jersey and ash swea