Mag-log in"Welcome, Sir Jacob," Matthew greeted, taking Jacob's coat. "Sir William." He bowed slightly. "Get the key to the music room," Jacob said, already heading down the corridor. Matthew stood still. "You mean the music room, sir." "Has old age impaired your—" Jacob didn't bother finishing it, already walking. "No, sir." Matthew hurried off. William lingered near the doorway. Why did Matthew react like that? It was the first time he had heard Jacob speak to Matthew in that clipped, cutting tone. Guess he doesn't discriminate with who gets it. "Why are you still standing?" "Coming." William followed Jacob to the farthest room in the corridor. It struck him that he had never explored this mansion at all. He had only been in their room, the kitchen, the dining room, the backyard. Nowhere else. He didn't want to cross boundaries, didn't want to stumble into something that would end with him in trouble. Matthew rushed forward, fumbling the key against the lock twice before i
William sat on the staircase beside the door marked INSTRUMENT ROOM in bold, peeling letters. His chin rested on his hand, elbow digging into his knee. Who knew waiting idly in an empty school could feel so exhausting. Leo had no lectures today, and Anthony and Eugene had left right after the last class. The department had fallen quiet, though he could still hear the faint murmur of students swamped under assessments. William checked the time again. A few minutes to six. He let his head fall back against the railing, staring down at the floor tiles as if they might make the minutes pass faster. The moment he heard footsteps from inside the instrument room, he sat up straight. "You're William Stones, right?" He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping on the step. "Yes." The older student, tired-looking, violin case slung across his back, held out a set of keys without ceremony. "Here. Lock up when you're done." "Thank you." The student was already walking away before W
"Come in."Mr. Gabriel's voice drifted through the door, muffled but even.William swallowed, turned the doorknob, and stepped inside. The office smelled faintly of old paper and coffee gone cold. Mr. Gabriel sat behind his desk, textbooks stacked in neat towers, spines aligned like he had measured them. Along the wall, framed photographs of graduating students and long-retired professors caught the afternoon light, decades of faces watching in silence.Mr. Gabriel looked up from the book he had been reading, one finger still marking his place. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands escaping near his temple, his reading glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. He studied William over the rims of his glasses.William felt the weight of that gaze and quickly ducked his head in greeting.Mr. Gabriel set his book down and removed his glasses, folding them with a small, precise click. "What is it?"Not a question so much as a demand for one."Good afternoon, sir. I would like to
The class evaporated into loud chatter the moment the lecturer left, chairs scraping, voices rising all at once like a held breath finally let out. Some students gathered into little circles, discussing whatever had just been taught. Others had their phones out already, thumbs moving, half-listening to nothing. William stayed in his seat. He hadn't absorbed a single word of the lecture. Not one. His notebook sat open in front of him, blank except for the date scrawled in the corner an hour ago, and even that felt like an accomplishment at this point. Three days. Those two words looped in his head like an unpleasant melody.Three days to finish composing his piece without even having access to a piano.He didn't have a piano. Without one, he had no idea how he was going to finish the assignment. He cut the thought off before it could spiral further. "William." Anthony dropped into the seat beside him. "What are you thinking about, I've been calling you from the back for a while."
Birds chirped somewhere beyond the window, faint and persistent. William's eyes fluttered open to soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and Jacob's face hovered far closer than expected, watching him with that same unreadable stillness.William startled, jerking back against the pillow. "What the..."His heartbeat stuttered sharply against his ribs. Had Jacob been watching him sleep?"Looks like you're alright now." Jacob said, voice even. His gray eyes stayed fixed on William's face, like he was still checking for something.William blinked, disoriented, the room swimming for a second before it settled."What exactly happened in the study?" Jacob's expression made it clear he wasn't taking 'nothing' for an answer again.William sat up slowly, the sheets pooling at his waist. He straightened his posture, not quite meeting Jacob's eyes. "My dad found out you gave me a black card." He paused, thumb pressing into his own knuckle. "Then he asked, no, he ordered me to give h
Music blasted through the club, bass thick enough to vibrate through his teeth. Light swept across the room in shifting colors, blue, then purple, then red, catching on glasses and skin and the haze of pheromones that hung thick enough to taste. Bodies moved against each other on the floor, drinks passed hand to hand at the bar. Alex's gaze swept the room, slow and deliberate, until it found Courtney, sitting near the edge of the floor, a drink loose in her hand. And across from her, Liam. He had been to clubs like this more times than he could count. But every other time, he had come here for something …a distraction, a body, a few hours lost in bliss. Tonight was different. Tonight he wasn't here to have fun. He was here for Liam. Alex's mouth curved into a slow smile. He started toward them, weaving through the crowd, the bass swallowing the sound of his footsteps but not the intent on his face. "Courtney." He came to a stop in front of them. Courtney tilted her head up, sur
A ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the velvet curtains, stirring William from his comfortable sleep. He turned away, burying his face into the plush pillow. Knock. Knock. He jolted upright immediately. “I'm awake!” he called, dragging a hand through his messy black hair with a sigh. “I
The hall was beautifully decorated, a shining chandelier illuminated the space with a warm glow. The guests seated at the table looked so elegant and composed. William felt so overwhelmed and out of place. He held his third glass of wine tightly, his cheeks turning red. “Don't you think you've d
The raw screams of Felix couldn't be heard anymore. Mr Adams walked out of the iron doors, with bloodstains on his trousers and gloves. Ring Ring. He took out his phone from his pocket. “Big brother!” A clear female voice shouted through the phone. “Why is everyone trying to make me deaf to
William laid completely still on the bed. Pain bloomed in every fiber of his body. He didn't need to check his body to know that he had already been decorated with bruises by Alex. That bastard always resulted with violence. What was he even expecting if his mother was nothing but a witch. He s







