LOGINDanny's POV The air in Chadwick’s office usually smelled like expensive mahogany and the kind of high end espresso that cost more than my weekly groceries. Today, it just smelled like ozone and a storm about to break.I stood there, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my baggy black jeans. I could feel the fake mustache itching against my lip, and the black dye on my scalp felt tight, like a helmet. "I will ask you one more time," Chadwick’s voice was a low, dangerous vibration. He was standing behind his desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the wood. "Why are you dressed like this? What is this... charade?""Because I can, Sir," I said. My voice sounded small in the high ceilinged room, but I kept my eyes locked on his. "It’s my hair. My face. My life." "You will go to the bathroom, you will scrub that filth off your face, dress like my Danny and you will come home with me. Now.""No," I whispered, my lip trembling despite how hard I tried to be tough. "Do what
Danny's POV The smell of Miguel’s expensive bourbon and that metallic, city air scent was still stuck in my throat. I sat on the edge of my dorm bed, staring at the wall until my vision blurred into gray static. I felt like a piece of meat that had been fought over by three different dogs, and now I was just... shredded. Left in the dirt.I wasn’t a person anymore. I was a pawn. A doll. A siren.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the cold glass of that hotel window against my chest. I felt Miguel’s heavy weight, his rough hands, and that terrifying Daddy command that made me want to scrub my own skin off with steel wool. And if I wasn't thinking about him, I was thinking about Chadwick, my stepfather, who looked at me like I was a holy relic he wanted to defile in secret.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.I didn’t even look. I knew it was them. Chadwick wondering why I wasn't home. Miguel checking if his trophy was still in one piece. Maybe even Leo, sending more
Miguel's POVI stood at my window , the glass cold against my knuckles as I stared at the shimmering, jagged skyline of the city. Behind me, I could hear him breathing, shallow, hitched, terrified. Danny. My little siren. My biggest mistake.I didn’t turn around. I didn't have to. I could feel him in the air, the scent of that expensive, flowery soap he used and the underlying musk of pure, unadulterated fear. It did something to my blood. It made it run hot and thick, like liquid lead."Come here," I growled. My voice sounded like gravel grinding together. He was shaking. Good. He should be. I reached back without looking and grabbed a handful of that soft, blonde hair, yanking him toward the floor to ceiling glass."Look at it," I hissed, forcing his face toward the window. We were sixty stories up. Below us, the world was just a grid of tiny lights and ants crawling in metal boxes. "That’s the world, Danny. It’s big, it’s cold, and it doesn't give a fuck about you. Only I do. Onl
Danny's POV The heavy scent of expensive cologne and stale cigarette smoke hit me the second the door to Suite 911 clicked shut. My heart wasn’t just beating, it was slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to break its own wings.I looked down at myself. I felt like a fucking joke. An all red silk button down, tailored so slim it felt like a second skin, and black trousers. "You look pale, pretty boy," Miguel’s voice grated against the silence.He was leaning against the mini bar, a glass of amber liquid in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his dark slacks. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just that open leather vest that showed off the chaotic map of tattoos covering his chest and neck. The "M" on his throat seemed to pulse as he spoke."My boyfriend... Leo," I choked out, my voice thin and cracking. "He knows. He found out about... about me and Chadwick. He is going to tell everyone, Miguel. My mom, the school... everyone."I waited for a reaction. A flicker of p
Danny's POV My heart didn't just stop, it felt like it withered up and died right there in my chest. I stared at Leo, my vision getting all blurry and sharp at the same time. How? How could he possibly know? "How... how did you know?" My voice was so shaky I sounded like a little kid who had just been caught stealing candy. I hated it. I hated how small I felt standing in my own house, pinned against the guest room door by the guy who was supposed to be my safe place.Leo didn't answer right away. He just laughed, a low, nasty sound that didn't belong in my mum’s house. He leaned in, his breath hot against my neck, and then I felt his tongue lick my ear. It wasn't sexy. It was disgusting. It felt like a snail crawling over my skin, marking me as his property. Before I could even gag, he slammed his mouth onto mine. It was a brutal, punishing kiss nothing like the soft, sweet ones we used to have back when life was normal.I just stood there. I didn't move. I didn't fight back. My br
Leo's POV The concrete felt like ice through the soles of my sneakers as I hugged the shadows of the humanities building. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be at home recovering, but Danny haven't been replying my calls and text. So I had to come check on him, I saw him that night it, leaving his dorm at that late hour, so I followed him.I watched his small frame disappear into the faculty wing, his blonde hair a pale beacon in the dim hallway. He didn't look back once. Not even when the heavy oak door of the corner office groaned open and swallowed him whole.Mr.Chadwick’s office.I stood there, pressed against the cold brick of the exterior wall, my breath hitching in my throat. I told myself it was for his usual lessons. I told myself it was a late night tutoring session. But then the sounds started.They weren't tutoring sounds.Through the sliver of the half drawn blinds, I saw the silhouette of my boyfriend, my fragile, perfect Danny draped over that mahogany des
Danny's POV"Wait...wait, Sir," I gasped, my hands bracing against the cold, polished wood of the office door.I managed to wedge an arm between us, pushing against Chadwick's broad chest. The soft fabric of the professor's shirt, smooth under my trembling finger, but the heat radiating from him wa
Danny's POV The sun came up the next morning like it hadn't just witnessed the total collapse of my sanity. It was disgusting. The birds were chirping, the kettle was whistling, and the house smelled like expensive coffee and my mum's favourite cinnamon rolls.I stood in the kitchen doorway, leani
Danny's POV "Leo! Leo!" My heart drummed a frantic beat as I yelled, heading toward the ICU. I froze at the edge of the ICU ward, my hoodie pulled low, feeling like a ghost haunting my own life. Inside the room, Leo looked like a discarded ragdoll. His face was a map of purple black bruises, his
Danny's POV "Chadwick....please," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Don't call me that," he hissed. He didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he used the barrel to force my chin upward, his eyes looked like that of a predator who had finally grown tired of its cage. "I am not Chadwick, Danny. If you w







