~He stormed out of my life like he always did, but this time, it might be the end~ETHANThe night was still, the rain tapping lightly against the window as I prepared for bed, completely exhausted from avoiding Killan. Earlier today, while he'd showed up at St Travis’ restaurant, he nearly sucked my breath from my lungs. With how dangerously seductive he looked, I wanted him to push me against some wall and fuck my lips with his tongue. But I couldn't keep on holding onto someone who refused to open up. I couldn't stay when we were walls apart. Just as I was about to settle into my bed, there was a knock on my door. Without glancing at the cameras, I already knew who it was. My heart picked up its pace, a sudden dizziness washing over me. I wanted to ignore him, leave him out there—in the rain—and force myself to sleep, but my body betrayed me. It always did whenever it came to him. Stumbling towards the entrance in my navy blue pajamas, I pulled the door open, meeting his dar
KILLANSilence—that was all I could hear. But the silence wasn't deafening, it was suffocating, a deep tug that kept reminding me of Ethan's absence. The last time we met was a few days ago, but I could still taste his lips on mine, feel the flavor, the sweetness, the overwhelming feeling it brought to my chest. Two days ago, I visited a bar. I fucked a blonde’s lips to exhaustion, made her throat ache and her eyes teary, but I kept seeing Ethan. A day before yesterday, I skipped school and went bowling. I won with each shot, it made it boring for me—the fact that I never lost—and what made it even worse was the fact that I tapped a stranger's shoulder because he had the same hair color as Ethan. Last night, it was a tug of war. I'd gotten his number—stolen it—by hacking Liam's phone, but I couldn't bring myself to type a single message. I'd type, erase, type. The never ending cycle made me punch the walls again and I ended up with a split, unhealed knuckle. Right now, I was sp
ETHAN ~The rain smelled like regret, but I still stopped for him. That was my first mistake~ My life had always been shitty. I left my girlfriend's apartment after getting the shock of my whole life. I found Alicia riding my bestfriend, moaning out loudly as she yelled his name. I felt a pang of pain in my chest. Even now, it felt suffocating to accept the betrayal. I never made her moan like that. Never enjoyed being with her. Because deep down, I never wanted her at all. I tried so hard to blend with the public, to act normal, but nothing was working. I was different. And maybe it was high time I started accepting the fact that I'd never want to be with girls. The sky released the rain like it'd been holding back it's tears for a very long time. Drip. Drip. Drip. With each step I took, the constant sound kept ringing in my ears, my shoes drenched with water. My rent was almost due. My landlord was literally on my neck, but here I was, walking on the street
ETHAN ~Some actions could change your whole life, but I didn't know if mine was for the better~ I panicked. With this grown up man licking my cheeks, adrenaline shot through my system. Pushing him off me, I grabbed a small vase resting my the side of my bed and pointed at it. “Come close to me once more and you'll get it.” Patiently, I watched the young man, expecting him to snap out of it and start blurting out whatever the shit just occured, but he just stared back at me. He didn't flinch, didn't try to cover up his naked self, he just gazed at me with innocent curiosity. “Master.” He repeated again, his voice hoarse and oddly submissive. I'd pretended not to hear it earlier, but right now, I couldn't take it anymore. Dropping the vase with a sharp sound, I turned to him. “Don't fucking call me that.” “Master.” He repeated again—I had to wonder if that was the only word he knew. I shook my head and took a step towards him. “I. Said. Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That.” T
ETHAN ~Some actions could never be undone, mine bounded me to the devil himself~ I didn't't know how I was able to bear Killan's presence for the whole day, but the next morning, I woke up to the smell of something burning. My stomach dropped. I tossed my comforter off my body and hastily ran towards the kitchen. I'd asked Killan to sleep in the living room, and I strictly told him to touch nothing. Why was the whole space smelling like my apartment was on fire? Upon getting to my small kitchen, I was stunned to find him staring at the flaming remains of a pancake. He was clothed. He kept to his promise. But what the heck was he doing in my kitchen?! He slowly turned to face me, his signature smile plastered on his lips. “I made breakfast.” “Breakfast?” I groaned, taking a step towards the flaming pancakes. “You're setting my kitchen on fire.” I pointed out, pushing him aside as I got to work. He'd said he made breakfast, but everything was burnt. Not a single p
ETHAN ~Some boundaries are made to be broken, I just didn't know mine would be the first to fall~I woke up in Killan's arms, but he was wrapped around me like a blanket, his breath warm against my neck. The fact his arms felt like home made me feel strange, uncomfortable—such a shitty feeling I needed to trash. I tried to push Killan off my body, but he was ridiculously strong even while asleep. He was so heavy, I feared he'd crush me with his body. “Killan.” I snapped, pushing his arm off my waist. “Killan, let go!” Killan made small noises and snuggled even closer. I was so pissed, I wanted to rush out and scream. I was completely frustrated. Killan would definitely be the death of me. After what seemed like hours, Killan finally let go, but I was glaring hard at him as he blinked at me innocently. He always acted innocent regardless of whatever he did. If he was an actor, he'd definitely get an Oscar for this performance. Bravo. I almost felt like clapping m
ETHAN~Some desires could be ignored, I just didn't know his wouldn't be one of them~ “Killan.” I called out, tapping him uneasily, but his blue eyes flickered between its usual shade and a darker shade. It was almost like something I couldn't believe. Something deep down told me to bolt out of here, or perhaps use his weakness as an opportunity to drag him out of my home, but not like this. I wasn't going to be a coward. I wasn't going to throw him out when he could barely hold himself up. “Killan.” I called out again, slightly worried, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his long sharp nails tracing over my skin. It was sharp enough to cut, but I knew Killan was still in control. His breathing was ragged, strained, his fingers clenched as he whispered. “I don't want to h..urt you.” he stuttered, like he was fighting something on the inside. It was strange how I didn't want to see him this way. I preferred hearing him yell “Master” than squeeze his face in pain. “Kill
ETHAN ~Sometimes, the truth you've always known could be a lie all along~ “Dear master, I'm on heat, and the only way I'll feel better is by pinning you beneath me.” His deep baritone voice lingered in my ears like black smoke. Even as I stepped into college after skipping classes for a whole week, It still haunted me. I'd always hated walking through the busy hallway. Now, I could literally feel some curious eyes burning holes into my back, making my skin prickle with unease. I was the odd one. The lean guy who was always stuck with his books. The golden student. The one who never skipped a single class, but I broke my records now, didn't I? He fucking made me do it. Their curious glances made me bump into some tall shit. He shot me a ‘watch it' look and I shrugged, mouthing an apology as I headed straight for my first class on the list. Suddenly, my body was squashed like some tomato stacked with a few others. Ladies began pushing me, eager to rush over to the fr
KILLANSilence—that was all I could hear. But the silence wasn't deafening, it was suffocating, a deep tug that kept reminding me of Ethan's absence. The last time we met was a few days ago, but I could still taste his lips on mine, feel the flavor, the sweetness, the overwhelming feeling it brought to my chest. Two days ago, I visited a bar. I fucked a blonde’s lips to exhaustion, made her throat ache and her eyes teary, but I kept seeing Ethan. A day before yesterday, I skipped school and went bowling. I won with each shot, it made it boring for me—the fact that I never lost—and what made it even worse was the fact that I tapped a stranger's shoulder because he had the same hair color as Ethan. Last night, it was a tug of war. I'd gotten his number—stolen it—by hacking Liam's phone, but I couldn't bring myself to type a single message. I'd type, erase, type. The never ending cycle made me punch the walls again and I ended up with a split, unhealed knuckle. Right now, I was sp
~He stormed out of my life like he always did, but this time, it might be the end~ETHANThe night was still, the rain tapping lightly against the window as I prepared for bed, completely exhausted from avoiding Killan. Earlier today, while he'd showed up at St Travis’ restaurant, he nearly sucked my breath from my lungs. With how dangerously seductive he looked, I wanted him to push me against some wall and fuck my lips with his tongue. But I couldn't keep on holding onto someone who refused to open up. I couldn't stay when we were walls apart. Just as I was about to settle into my bed, there was a knock on my door. Without glancing at the cameras, I already knew who it was. My heart picked up its pace, a sudden dizziness washing over me. I wanted to ignore him, leave him out there—in the rain—and force myself to sleep, but my body betrayed me. It always did whenever it came to him. Stumbling towards the entrance in my navy blue pajamas, I pulled the door open, meeting his dar
KILLAN I'd always loved punching. The idea of zeroing my mind on a dummy was a relaxation scheme. My relaxation scheme. My father had always said “the most important thing in our world is power, without it you'll be a pawn.” And this was the reason for my obsession. He drilled it into me like a daily mantra, sealed off every other thing—emotions, love, a sense of duty—and all that was left was a deep infatuation for power. I'd always loved control. But Ethan turned on my emotions like a switch. He turned them on and turned them off, showing me that the goddamned power and control that was driving me nuts? I didn't own them. Not when it came to my heart. It was why I couldn't stop punching this dummy. As I punched it, I was supposed to feel relaxed, to forget Ethan, to forget he existed in my world; but I only felt rage, anger, a deep infatuation to be punching an actual person instead. He'd told me to ‘stay the fuck away’ Ethan looked me in the eye and fucking
ETHAN ~I’d told him I didn't need his help, but I'd cut my chest open just to feel his warmth against my skin~“Killan hasn't been home for a few days and it sucks.” I bit into the hamburger I got from the kitchen. Seated across my lanky friend, Liam, I watched as his lips curled into a creepy smile. “You miss him, don't you?” Badly. My body craved his warmth, his lips, his touch, but he wasn't ready to open up to me. Taking another large bite of the hamburger, I slumped into my seat, letting out a soft moan. “I don't.” I denied, “my home is just…..” “Empty.” Liam cut in, crossing his arm over his ‘Fuck off, losers’ T-shirt. “Your house has always been empty, Ethan.” He said as a matter of fact, “I think it's high time you forget about him. He doesn't need you anymore.” He doesn't need me anymore? A sharp pain in my throat made it hard for me to breathe. Liam leaned closer, his ginger hair scattered all over his forehead, the root a bit darker. “He's the school's king now, the
KILLANI still saw my blood—soaked in a white tee, dripping from a large wound over my forehead, trailing down my brows until I was a bloody mess. The loud screech of the tires still rang in my ears day and night. It was a repeat of the never ending pain that sucked all air from my lungs, made me helpless, weak. That goddamned accident that changed everything. That goddamned accident that made me meet him—Ethan. Only two things mattered in my life. Control and power. With these two things, I could control the world, bend everyone to my will, make them bow to their knees at the sound of my voice. But it was different with him. He was slowly slipping into my cracks, invading my thoughts like he owned everything in there. He was making me lose one thing I valued more than my whole life—control. What I felt for him, I couldn't explain. It wasn't just attraction, it was a burn in my whole being, a sick obsession to claim him each time I set my eyes on him. Pin him against the wall, p
ETHAN ~once again, the truth and the lie, I didn't know what to believe~ Kneeling before Killan, I carefully dabbed the ointment on his bruised cheeks. There was a slight twitch in his jaw, but he didn't flinch, no visible reaction of pain. He'd ignored my question earlier, but I wasn't one to back down on a single try. Tilting his jaw with my fingers, I dabbed the ointment on the small bruise, applying a little more pressure to see him wince. He didn't. “Who did this to you?” I asked softly. Killan avoided eye contact. Instead, he kept staring at my fingers working against his face. “Just got into a little trouble.” He replied calmly, his back stiff. “It's nothing serious.” It was just a hunch, but I could tell he was lying. He did it so effortlessly these days. Staring down at the scratch running from his neck to his collarbone, I swallowed hard. I leaned forward, still on my knees, and traced his smooth skin with the ointment. This time, Killan's body tensed. His s
ETHAN ~He was the first person that made me feel alive. Shouldn't that be a problem?~Marinette looked as pale as a ghost with her red lips parted in horror. Her brown eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks as her soft sobs filled the space. Slowly, she took a few steps backwards before running out of the restroom. I'd expected Killian to go after her, to at least prove they had a thing together, but he dragged me out of the restroom instead, his touch burning my skin. Upon getting back to the party, the loud bass pulsing through my veins made me wince. Killan's grip was still on my wrist, tightening with every second that passed by. “Where are we going?” I asked, coming to a halt. Killan turned to stare at me, a cold glint in his eyes. “Home.” “Aren't you going to settle things with her?” “If this is about Marinette, there's nothing between us.” He said calmly, glancing at his wristwatch like he was running out of time. “I don't think you have to explain to
ETHAN~He liked black, maybe he was the devil who came to drag me back to hell~Ever since the incident at the restroom, Killan and I became…distant. We didn't talk during breakfast, didn't talk during dinner, not even at the school's cafeteria. And I hate to admit, but I missed him. A lot. The weekend would have been great with Killan around, but he'd left the apartment since noon. He kissed me. I should be angry, not him. Left with nothing to do, I kept stuffing my stomach with food and coffee. I mean, I literally found interest in nothing. Liam came by a few hours later and yelled at me like my mother for stuffing my stomach with food when there were other great things to do. Great things like fucking women. Dancing with women. Watching women glide against each other. He pushed me into a bar filled with tons of people rocking each other. “Do something wild for the first time in your life.” He whispered against my ears, grabbing a drink from one of the waiters. The loud bass pu
ETHAN~The lie. The truth. I had no idea what to believe anymore~“I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I feel nothing for ladies, but I still prefer tits to some flat, hard chest.” I kept chanting the words like a mantra as I strode into the cafeteria, ignoring the curious glances thrown my way.Liam waved at me from our usual corner.And there was Killan, sitting alone as usual. He avoided me throughout the whole night, like I was a mistake. He literally said it was a mistake. I chuckled dryly and stalked towards Liam.I slipped into the seat next to him, setting my meal on the round table. “I wish I had kicked him out sooner.” I exhaled. “Who?” “Killan.” “Did last night really happen?” Liam leaned closer, his curious eyes searching mine. “The message you sent, is it really true? You…”“I don't want to talk about it.““Dude, you're gay!” Liam exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. “I mean, I know you're not so into girls, so men then?““Like I explained last night, it was a mistake.““The gaze in