The post went up just after sunrise.A photo of Sebastian at the shelter, surrounded by kids, all smiling. The caption under August’s name read:People change. We are not the worst things we’ve done. Sebastian Wolfe is more than his past, and I will not stand by while lies bury the truth.By noon, it had been shared hundreds of times.Some comments were supportive. Others accused August of being blinded, manipulated, even complicit. But August didn’t delete it. He sat at Sebastian’s kitchen table, watching the notifications roll in, feeling a strange mix of defiance and calm.Sebastian appeared in the doorway, coffee in hand.“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.“I wanted to, August replied. “Everyone’s tearing you apart based on pieces of a story. If I don’t speak up, who will?Sebastian’s eyes softened. “You’re going to take heat for this.“I’ve taken worse.Sebastian smiled faintly and set the coffee down in front of him. “Then I guess we’re in this together.Across the city, Ash
Ash could tell from one look that something had shifted.August’s face gave him away. The wary, defensive look that had been there for weeks was fading, replaced by something softer. It wasn’t relief not yet but it was trust. Trust in him.And by him, Ash meant Sebastian Wolfe.The sight made Ash’s stomach twist.They were sitting in the small corner café August used to visit alone, nursing cups of coffee in silence. August had texted him that morning, asking to meet, but so far they’d barely spoken.“You seem… lighter,” Ash said finally.August’s mouth curved faintly. “Sebastian took me somewhere yesterday. A youth shelter. I didn’t know he did things like that.Ash stiffened. “Let me guess he didn’t bring a photographer or a PR agent? “No,” August said, ignoring the sarcasm. “It wasn’t for show. He really cares about those kids.Ash leaned back, studying him. “Or maybe he’s just smart enough to know showing you his soft side will keep you from leaving.”August’s expression hardened
Other Side of the StoryAugust had spent most of the morning avoiding eye contact with Sebastian. Not because of fear but because of something far more confusing.The email from Julian still sat in his inbox, a warning painted in sharp, undeniable words. And yet, here Sebastian was, moving quietly through the kitchen, making breakfast like nothing about him could be dangerous.He set a plate in front of August: warm toast, fresh fruit, a cup of tea steeped exactly how August liked it.“You’re thinking too loud,” Sebastian said with a faint smile.August looked up, startled. “I didn’t know you could hear that.”Sebastian sat opposite him, resting his chin in his hand. “I’ve always been able to read you. Even when you hated me for it.”August hesitated, then blurted out, “Julian emailed me.Sebastian’s smile faltered. He leaned back in his chair, sighing softly. “I figured he would, eventually.“You’re not going to deny anything?” August asked cautiously.“No.” Sebastian’s voice was ca
Sebastian Wolfe.He searched records buried in dusty campus databases, combed through psychology journals, even the student complaint logs buried in adminlevel access folders he’d hacked with help from his anonymous contact.And there it was.Julian Price.A former lit student who dropped out mid semester three years ago. No formal complaint on file, but Ash found a handwritten letter Julian had submitted to the dean flagged but never filed. It had one line underlined in red ink:“He didn’t steal my name, but he took everything else.”Ash exhaled slowly. His gut twisted.Sebastian hadn’t just manipulated August. He’d done this before. Repeatedly.And if August didn’t see it now, he might never walk away.That night, August was in the townhouse again, sitting cross-legged on Sebastian’s kitchen counter while dinner simmered on the stove. Sebastian stood behind him, hands gently massaging his shoulders.“You’re tense,” Sebastian murmured.August forced a smile. “Just… tired.Sebastian l
Ash met the contact at midnight.They didn’t exchange names. The figure stayed cloaked in shadows beneath the parking garage near the art faculty building, hood up, voice distorted through a voice filter on their phone. But Ash didn’t care who they were not right now. All that mattered was the folder they handed him.Inside: photos, messages, documents.Everything that tied Sebastian to a sealed juvenile record.Assault. Identity fraud. Manipulation.And worse: the name of the professor who had quietly helped cover it all up years ago.“This is all real?” Ash asked, breath short.The figure nodded once. “Sebastian’s charm works because no one ever sees what’s behind the mask. But you do. You’ve watched him feed on August like he’s art to be possessed. So the question isTheir voice paused. Then:are you ready to make him fall?Ash closed the folder. His pulse was racing, but his voice was calm. “I don’t care what happens to him. Just keep August out of the wreckage.Across town, Augus
Sebastian’s townhouse felt different with Ash gone. Quieter, heavier. August sat on the couch with his knees drawn to his chest, fingers tracing the seam of the blanket like it might give him answers.Sebastian was at the window, watching the street below. “He’ll come back,” he said, voice low. “Ash isn’t the type to disappear quietly.”“I don’t want this to be a war,” August whispered.Sebastian turned, his expression softening. “It already is. He wants you to believe I’m the villain so he can be the hero. He can’t stand the idea that you’d ever choose me over him.”“That’s not fair,” August said. “He’s been there for me. When I was falling apart, Ash was the only one who”“Who what?” Sebastian interrupted gently. “Held you together so you wouldn’t have the strength to leave him? That’s not love, August. That’s control.”August’s chest tightened. He wanted to defend Ash, but the way Sebastian’s voice wrapped around his doubts made it hard to separate truth from manipulation.That ev