A Non-Date-Date

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• Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths   The Ghosty Hallway!

  I followed Mr. Wright through the dimly lit hallway, trailing a few steps behind, the soft hush of my footsteps swallowed by the plush floor beneath.The house was quiet. Too quiet.No creaking. No wind. Just the soft hum of the distant AC and the sound of his polished shoes tapping rhythmically ahead.I should’ve been scared.But I wasn’t.Because walking behind him felt safe. Even if everything about this place screamed rich, powerful, secretive—he felt steady. Like the anchor I didn’t ask for but somehow found myself needing.My fingers brushed the cold wall as I walked. Distracted. Half in a daze.And then—THUD.My body jolted forward, crashing straight into something unyielding and warm.Shit.It wasn’t a wall.It was his back.His tall, solid, infuriatingly built back.I bounced off him like a confused pinball and stumbled two steps backward, arms flailing to steady myself.He hadn’t even moved.Hadn’t even budged.“FUCK—” I yelped, grabbing my forehead, mortified. “I—I didn’t

• Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths   Apparently, I’m the Third Wheel in My Own Life

  So apparently, I was invisible now.Ethan and Mr. Wright—sorry, Cristiano “Secret Billionaire” Wright—had slipped into their little bromantic universe. Chatting. Laughing. Sipping their beers like they were at some rooftop bar in Tokyo instead of lounging in a whole-ass mansion while I sat there like an unpaid extra in their love story.If they were going to enjoy their boys’ love romcom moments in front of me, what was the point of dragging me here? Could’ve just dumped me at the dorm gates and gone on a honeymoon or something.Sighing, I pulled out my phone, popped in one earbud, and let the reels flood my brain with serotonin. Fashion hacks. Street food ASMR. A cat barking like a dog. Classic internet chaos. The holy trinity.It was soothing.Until I realized… I was staring at him.Mr. Wright.Not Professor Wright—the cold, intimidating man with those deadly critiques and that terrifyingly calm voice in class.Nope.Now?His sleeves were rolled up, blazer discarded, and his tie sl

• Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths   Billionaire Bromance

  “Is this even a home!?”I practically screamed as the car pulled into the underground garage like we were parking inside the Batcave.“Bro—are you a second-generation freaking billionaire or something?! Because this—this is not a house. This is a whole-ass lifestyle!”Ethan just smirked in his seat like he was used to it. Mr. Wright stayed quiet, eyes straight ahead, like he didn’t just casually pull up to a property that looked like it belonged in a Forbes documentary.The engine died. Silence fell.We stepped out.And yeah—my jaw? Unhinged. Hanging somewhere around my ankles.I gawked like a tourist, head tilting all the way back just to take in the absurd number of floors. The exterior was all sleek black stone, polished wood, and warm amber lighting that made it look like a tech billionaire’s spiritual retreat. Minimalist. Expensive. Intimidatingly clean.A vertical garden stretched up the side wall like nature itself was hired as a decorator. Everything screamed money—but whisper

• Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths   Late Night Long Drive

  Back at the dorm, I packed in record time—just the basics. Toothbrush, pajamas, charger, moisturizer, emotional baggage.Mr. Wright and Ethan? Oh, they were busy charming the warden like seasoned politicians on a campaign trail.Apparently, “She’s my little sister” and “I’m her professor” carried more weight than I’m an adult woman and I can take care of myself, because ten minutes later, I was standing outside the dorm gates, bag in hand, officially kidnapped.I dumped my bag into the trunk like it owed me money. The dorm warden had fought tooth and nail—“She can’t leave campus without a guardian signature!”—but apparently the word of a professor carried enough weight to bulldoze the red tape.Mr. Wright handled it. Cold. Calm. Devastatingly effective.Ethan just stood there yawning like a lazy royal on a rescue mission.They took the front seats, of course. My brother tossed himself into shotgun like he owned the world. Mr. Wright slid behind the wheel, and somehow that still felt w

• Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths   Bro, You Know How to Shut Up...Right?

  The four of us sat down at the corner booth of a warm, dimly lit restaurant—wooden walls, gentle music, clinking cutlery, and exactly the kind of atmosphere that should make a family dinner relaxing.Except, of course, when your brother’s glaring across the table like he’s still lowkey planning your funeral.“Nick,” Ethan said, casually stabbing a breadstick. “Meet him—he’s my best friend, Chris.”Nick nodded politely toward Mr. Wright. “Nice to meet you, sir.”“Likewise.” Mr. Wright gave a small, composed nod back, his tone formal—but his gaze lingered on Nick a bit longer than expected, like he was still trying to place something.“So,” I said, arching a brow, “why the fu—” I coughed, glancing sideways at Mr. Wright. “I mean, why are you here, Ethan?”Ethan snorted, eyes gleaming. “Because of you, you walking catastrophe.”I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I begged you to come.”“When you finally called, I was already halfway here. And I wasn’t going to turn around. I figured I'd do

• Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths   When Protector Turns Psycho

  “ALINA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”The sound didn’t just echo—it ripped through the air like a grenade in a chapel.I froze.Every cell in my body screamed: RUN.I turned toward the voice and, yep, just as I feared—there he was.Ethan.My older brother. My protector. My freaking executioner. Face contorted in pure betrayal. Hands curled into fists. Rage boiling off him like radioactive steam.But that wasn’t the worst part.No.Because right beside him—arms awkwardly at his sides, expression horrifically neutral, eyes darting like a deer caught in a very inappropriate headlights—stood...Mr. Cristiano Wright.My professor.In his dark slacks and half-buttoned shirt. His perfectly composed face trying to calculate whether he’d walked into an emotional intervention or a domestic warfare documentary.I could see it in his eyes. That exact moment when his soul quietly whispered:“I am a dignified professor. I teach literature. I grade essays. Why the actual f**k am I here?”Then Ethan