»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I woke up feeling too warm. Too settled.Lucian was curled against me, his breath steady, his body pressed into mine like this was normal. Like we hadn't just fucked downstairs in a way that should have left us too ashamed to even look at each other.But instead, we ended up here. In bed. Again. Cuddling like lovers. But we aren’t lovers. We shouldn’t be doing this. I say this to myself for the thousandth time but it doesn’t change anything.I stared at the ceiling, my chest tight with frustration. How did this keep happening? How did I let it happen twice?No. That was the wrong question.I knew exactly how it happened.Lucian was infuriating, arrogant, and reckless. He made me feel things I’m too ashamed to admit. He knew exactly which buttons to push, exactly how to pull me into his storm, until I wasn’t thinking—until I was just reacting, just taking.And he let me.That was the worst part. He let me. I used to do this to him when the tab
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Depression is an easy factor when you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing. I haven’t heard from my step father, nor my mother in the four dahys since i fucked lucian. The second time. Life has decided to cut me some slack, my self healing is working just fine now and in a month, i believe my injuries would have healed better than the doctors expected. Not to full capacity, but enough for me to be able to leave the house for physical therapy. Which was some sort of good news. My doctor would be here tomorrow morning to remove the cast officially, but I’d have a little around my thigh area. Which is weird but better than nothing. But on the percy situation, we’re being us. Which is the strangest thing I’ve ever had to say. Because what does being us mean? It means we’re arguing, half heartedly. Fucking with determination, and somehow finally talking things out. That was what caused my depression. Part of the reason i hated percy was because he couldn’t
/The Past/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Divorces are not to be taken lightly. A child from a broken home can really be messed up depending on how the divorce goes-- those are the words from my therapist. When my parents split up I was only six years old. Dealing with the fight between my father and my mother. Which led to my father’s arrest, and his having to serve a sixteen-year sentence.I’m ten now. He’s still in jail- been there for four years now, and sure you can argue that I should hate him for strapping my unconscious mother to a chair in the house and setting it on fire. Only to call the police on himself when he realized I was upstairs sleeping. You can say all of those things, and I do hate him but he wasn’t a bad father. Just a crappy husband. In fact, he was a good husband until something changed.The divorce was hard on me, and mostly my mother. She had to recover and I had to testify against my father. Who swears when he gets
/The Present- Eleven Years Later/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Remember when I said this could all blow up in my mother’s face? Well, it did. Eight months after we had that conversation my mother did the unthinkable. She came home with a ring and told me the pack alpha was divorcing his sick wife to be with her. Um, the pack did not take that likely. The alpha can command all he wants but that never stopped the whole pack from spitting on her and calling her the devil.She cried through the wedding, and I wouldn’t speak to her. Till today, I don’t talk to her the way I used to. She threw away two families to marry a bastard and no one blames him for it. People have grown to like me. They think I’m funny, amazing, and a promising member of the Silverclaw Pack. Like they thought it was only a matter of time before I’d be kicked out.I’m currently the captain of the Silverclaw Storm. The football team of the pack, and going to the main private univers
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««Music thumping in my head is how I start and end my day, not the aggressive club music. This is a French ballad playlist. Instrumental only. It calms my rage and allows me to focus on my studies. I’m studying behavioral psychology, and it’s the second thing I love the most in the world. Outside of volleyball. This is my major here at the Silverclaw University.I’m deeply focused on my subjects, reading, and trying to prepare for an important test coming up in a week when my phone goes off. There are only two numbers that can go over my do not disturb. And that’s my best friend Zion, and the nurse in charge of my mother’s care.So I immediately think it’s the nurse. I told Zion I was studying for the whole day so I'm convinced he took that as a polite sign to leave me alone. I need to ace this test.But to my shock, it turns out to be him. I grabbed the phone, yawning as I answered.“Hey.”“Percy, what the hell did you do last night?” his voice i
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««It’s been three weeks, and you want to know the bullshit I got for a crime I didn’t commit? Suspension. For six whole fucking months. The dean called me the next day after my phone call to my bastard father. They’re doing some investigation but the student body voted for me to be expelled because they’ve already demonized me without any conclusive proof. And it doesn’t help that I’d attacked one of Lucian’s friends one day before his attack.The school says they'll lift the suspension if I’m innocent, but if I’m guilty I’ll be expelled. Tried and sent to the Silverclaw penitentiary. I’m so pissed. I packed up my things and got in my car to make the four-hour drive back to my father’s house.I moved out of that place at eighteen, and I’ve been living between Zion’s home and the university dorm/the Moonhowlers fraternity. Paying for my college with my trust fund. It’s a fatty trust fund that I received at the age of eighteen. So even though it was
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Pain is the only thing I feel in my body the moment I wake up. I’ve been in pain for days. I’m trying to think positively, but I know the damage is irreversible. Sure I’ll heal but it’ll take years before I can ever play at the level I was once in. I can’t believe I was attacked so easily.I moved to sit up, my body aches badly. I need some of those strong pain medicines I was prescribed. It’s hard to move, but I manage to get my body to stay upright against the headboard. The pain is gradually increasing. That was when I noticed something. Sitting across from me on the chair by my desk is a face I never thought I’d see.Percy. His eyes are sharp, and they hold their signature hate in them. But this time he also looks amused.“Percy.” i rasp out, almost afraid he’s going to kick me when I’m already at my lowest.He raised one hand at me and wiggled his fingers. The room is quite large. There’s a great deal of space between m
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I can’t believe I have to cook for this bastard. I immediately called Zion. I’m a good cook, I know it. Everything I eat needs to be planned out because I’m an athlete. I don’t have a sweet tooth, and I despise having to cook for someone.I used to cook with my father, but that has sullied things for me. Now I have to prepare a meal for the jackass whose mother couldn’t keep her legs closed. Zion answered after the first ring, I placed him on speaker.“How’s the house arrest going?”“Does everyone know about it?”Zion doesn’t say anything, and soon the call goes from audio to video. I clicked accepted and hooked the phone up against the toaster on the counter. Then I grabbed some items. I know I have to cook, and feed Lucian. But god, I’m a fucking brilliant athlete. Why on earth have I been reduced to a servant?Zion stares at me, then he gives me a lopsided smile. His green eyes were a perfect contrast to his dark skin, it made him appear c
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Depression is an easy factor when you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing. I haven’t heard from my step father, nor my mother in the four dahys since i fucked lucian. The second time. Life has decided to cut me some slack, my self healing is working just fine now and in a month, i believe my injuries would have healed better than the doctors expected. Not to full capacity, but enough for me to be able to leave the house for physical therapy. Which was some sort of good news. My doctor would be here tomorrow morning to remove the cast officially, but I’d have a little around my thigh area. Which is weird but better than nothing. But on the percy situation, we’re being us. Which is the strangest thing I’ve ever had to say. Because what does being us mean? It means we’re arguing, half heartedly. Fucking with determination, and somehow finally talking things out. That was what caused my depression. Part of the reason i hated percy was because he couldn’t
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I woke up feeling too warm. Too settled.Lucian was curled against me, his breath steady, his body pressed into mine like this was normal. Like we hadn't just fucked downstairs in a way that should have left us too ashamed to even look at each other.But instead, we ended up here. In bed. Again. Cuddling like lovers. But we aren’t lovers. We shouldn’t be doing this. I say this to myself for the thousandth time but it doesn’t change anything.I stared at the ceiling, my chest tight with frustration. How did this keep happening? How did I let it happen twice?No. That was the wrong question.I knew exactly how it happened.Lucian was infuriating, arrogant, and reckless. He made me feel things I’m too ashamed to admit. He knew exactly which buttons to push, exactly how to pull me into his storm, until I wasn’t thinking—until I was just reacting, just taking.And he let me.That was the worst part. He let me. I used to do this to him when the tab
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧My nap didn’t do much to contain the issues that were tearing through my heart and my soul.If anything, waking up made it worse.I felt like some part of me had slipped away the second I had sex with Percival, like a tether to something familiar had snapped, leaving me floating in a place I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t regret. No, that would be too easy. It was something more complicated, something I couldn’t put a name to.When I opened my eyes, he was still there, on the chair not too far from me. His dark hair was a mess, his breathing even, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep.I let out a long sigh. But it wasn’t relief."Percy!"I called his name as loudly as I could, shaking the stillness of the room apart.Percy jolted awake, sitting up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. His head snapped from side to side, his whole body tense like he was searching for an attacker, for the reason I had shattered his peace."Over here."His sharp g
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««Lucian and I settled into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t necessarily peaceful either—just a quiet truce after the mess of last night. We didn’t talk again until lunchtime, and even then, we avoided going to any bedroom. Instead, we stayed in the living room, like neutral ground neither of us wanted to give up.I noticed Lucian using his crutches more, refusing to let me wheel him around unless it was absolutely necessary. As much as I wanted to argue against it, I knew that any forceful damage to his body would only keep me here longer. And yet, I didn’t fight him on it. Maybe because I needed space, too.Lunch was simple—something I put together quickly, more for the sake of routine than hunger. The TV was on, playing some horror movie, the kind with too many cheap jump scares and characters who made all the wrong choices. Lucian sat on the long couch with his leg elevated, while I took the floor, my back resting aga
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««The next morning is just as I expected—confusing and strange.But it’s also something else. Something worse.It’s silent.Not just quiet, not just the absence of words, but a kind of silence that settles between us like a thick fog, dense and suffocating. A silence so unnatural that it feels wrong. We should be screaming at each other by now. We should be hurling insults like knives, digging them deep, carving out the hatred that’s always been there between us.But we don’t.It’s been twenty minutes.Twenty minutes since I woke up and realized that neither of us had moved. Since I felt the uncomfortable warmth of Lucian’s body pressed against mine, the steady rhythm of his breath ghosting against my skin. Since I opened my eyes and saw him looking back at me, his gaze unreadable, sharp with something I didn’t want to name.And yet, we still haven’t spoken.We just… lie there. Holding on to each other in a way we never would have done in the f
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Pretending to be asleep was the best decision I ever made. When I realized sex with Percy was affecting me personally, and I could see in his eyes that he was going through the same problem... I immediately had to focus on my injured leg that had gone slightly numb. And mention my medicine. I hoped it would help me sleep, I hoped it would make me forget Percy’s sounds. The way he looked. The lack of hate in his stare, the desire in his movements aaginst mine, his cum painting my chest and his. I hoped it would fix this. This vile growing death like feeling clawing at my chest, and when Percy left to shower, I felt a bit relieved. But the bedsheets smelled like us and the thought of getting up to face him long enough for us to change the beddings made me hyperventilate. My selfishness led me here. I could have... I could have held back. I could have argued... but I wanted to prove something. Undoing Percy had affected me too. It had affected me alot. Why d
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────««First time kissing someone and it turned out to be a guy. Not just any guy, but my sworn enemy. The person I’ve spent years trying to kill. First time reaching an orgasm, same guy. Thirteen year old me who told his best friend he had no interest in jerking off or porn because it was a waste of time is probably spinning in his mental grave right now.And my first time having sex, at the age of twenty one... guess who I’m having it with? The same guy. God there must be something wrong with me. I’ve had people hit on me, flirt with me but it never turned me on. That’s why i assumed i wasn’t made for physical intimacy. But lucian let me drag him to the room, knowing fully well he was going to control my body. I assumed with his injured leg he would be at a disadvantage, that i could tie him up and just let him tell me what i needed to do to end this. But i should have know this wasn’t going to turn out that way. That’s how lucian has made this. He’s
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I loved seeing benny and lionel. They made me laugh, made me forget that i had problems. They made everything seem better. I love them. I miss them so much. I wish i could work hard enough to heal quickly, and hang out with them. I’ll miss them when i move.After they left, agreeing to follow percival’s crazy plan. It’s all we have right now. The second they left, my mother called. Percy left to get something while i spoke to her through the house phone. “Hey mom.”“Have you heard from Yusuke?” the question threw me off. Why would she call me for that?It’s like she’s forgotten he’s not my dad. Our relationship works well because i don’t talk to him. I pretend he’s just an accessory my mother selfishly latched onto. “How would i know? You know i don’t talk to that man. When was the last time you saw him?”She was quiet. “last night, he was... he seemed distant. Different. Heck he even treated me differently. Almost like i was someone he couldn’t recognize.
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««Ben and the other one are here. It’s already loud and I’m pissed off. Firstly, ugh.... secondly, blah.... third, guh. I sat on the floor, grumpily watching Lucian and his friends. They were smiling, and chatting each other up. Almost like they didn’t come here to do something. They’d brought a bunch of supplies that we could use but they didn’t explain any of those supplies. I wanted to slap them. They’re such weird pieces of shit. “God, I missed you guys. We need to play a game together when I’m all better.” Lucian said a dopey smile on his face. Why do I have to be here? I don’t like either of these people. I zoned them out and tried to figure out what to do with myself while these losers disturbed my peace. I didn’t exactly have peace, especially with the way Lucian acted last night. From perversely throwing himself over my body to touching his dick in front of me.He’s gotten too comfortable in this dark mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.