FAZER LOGINThe night settled softly, like it wasn’t ready to make demands.Lola sat cross legged on the bed, laptop open but untouched, the glow of the screen reflecting thoughts she wasn’t ready to face. Outside, laughter drifted up from the quad college life in motion, unaware of the quiet gravity in her roo
Morning didn’t rush them.Sunlight slipped in gently, catching dust in the air and painting the room in soft gold. Lola woke with a strange, unfamiliar feeling peace. The kind that didn’t disappear the moment she opened her eyes.She was still in the middle.Jake lay on his back to her left, arm ben
The lights were off, but no one was asleep.Lola lay on her side, facing the wall, listening to the soft rhythm of breathing behind her. The room felt different in the dark smaller, warmer, more honest. There was no tension pressing down anymore, no threat humming under the surface.Just awareness.
Night arrived quietly.Not like before no alarms in Lola’s chest, no edge in the air. Just the soft hum of the dorm settling down, doors closing, laughter fading into low conversations and music drifting through walls.Lola stood at the window, arms folded loosely, watching the lights outside blink
The afternoon stretched out in a way that felt unfamiliar.Not tense.Not hurried.Just… open.Lola walked across campus with Jake and Damon flanking her not guarding, not hovering, simply there. The whispers still existed, but they were background noise now, like traffic she no longer needed to loo
Morning light slipped through the blinds in thin, pale lines.Lola woke slowly, awareness returning in layers. Warmth first. Then weight. Then the quiet certainty that she wasn’t alone.Jake was half-reclined against the headboard, one arm relaxed behind her shoulders, his breathing slow and even. D
She swung her legs out of bed, deciding to bury herself in the routine of the day until her phone buzzed. One new email. No sender listed. Subject: We know your secret, Lola. Her breath hitched. She tapped the screen, her thumb trembling as she scrolled. The message was short, cruel in its simpli
Damien’s POV – Midnight The alley was slick with rain, the kind of place where secrets thrived. Damien pulled his hood up, hands in his pockets, his cigarette glowing faintly as he waited. A man appeared from the shadows, face hidden under a cap. He handed Damien a flash drive in exchange for a ro
Lola’s head snapped up. “The way he looks at me?” “Like you’re already his,” Liv said simply. “And I don’t trust a man who stares like that.” The words burrowed deep, because Lola knew they were true. Damien didn’t just look he claimed, without touching. And worse, some part of her hadn’t hated
“…What’s going on here?” Liv asked slowly, her voice deceptively calm, but her eyes betrayed something sharper suspicion, maybe even hurt. Lola’s stomach twisted. Damn it, no. Not like this. “Nothing,” she said quickly, her voice tight. She grabbed Damien’s arm, trying to push him toward the doo







