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085: Young Master… royalty?
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2026-07-31 20:30:46
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My Enemy [BL] 090: You’re welcome
ELLISHe wasn’t doing anything special, just sitting there basking in his own delight, and I knew it with that kind of certainty you get when you’ve spent enough time around someone to pick up on their emotional states without trying.I decided to sneak a glance.Big mistake, a colossal mistake. The kind of mistake made by someone who knows better but looks anyway.He was smirking. Not a big grin, Julian didn’t do big but it lingered at the corner of his mouth like it intended to stick around.What irked me the most was the fact that he was completely unbothered, like he knew something I hadn’t figured out yet and was just waiting for me to catch up.Which was ridiculous. If anyone ought to know what was going on in my head, it was me.Unfortunately, I was starting to doubt my own judgment. Recent evidence suggested my personal insights had been pretty shaky for weeks now.The game picked back up before I could continue arguing, which was the first good thing to happen in the last ten
My Enemy [BL] 089: Tell me to… II
ELLISHis lips met mine with a slow, intense pressure that stole the air from my lungs. At first it was just a brush, soft, warm, almost tentative, like he was testing the waters even though his hand on my jaw said he already knew exactly what he wanted.But then the crowd’s chant blurred into white noise, and something in me snapped. I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. My mouth parted under his, and Julian took it as the invitation it was.It almost felt like I couldn’t control my own body any more. I couldn’t help but wonder who was in control. My head? My heart?He deepened the kiss instantly, tilting his head to slot our lips together more perfectly. His mouth was hot, insistent, tasting faintly of the soda he’d sipped earlier and something darker, something that was just him.His tongue traced the seam of my lips before sliding inside, stroking against mine with a slow, velvet drag that sent a bolt of pure heat straight down my spine.Fuck...I groaned into his mouth, the sound vibra
My Enemy [BL] 088: Tell me to…
ELLISHis smile appeared instantly, the kind that came before he could decide whether to suppress it. It was genuine and quick. "About what, specifically?""About—" I waved my hand over everything. The seats, the ice, the whole night. "This...I’m having fun.""I’m always glad to hear that.""Don’t push it."He relaxed back, watching me with that easy attention I’d stopped pretending I didn’t notice. I rubbed the back of my neck, looked at the ice, and after some beats, I lowered my voice."Thank you, for bringing me here." A beat. "It’s been a long while since I’ve done anything like this."I kept my gaze on the ice, not because what I said had dramatic weight, but because looking at him while saying it felt too exposing.The silence felt different now.Then, in a single smooth motion, he brushed a strand of hair back from my face, just soft and unhurried, his fingers grazing my temple, like he’d thought about it and then decided to just go for it without making a fuss.It lasted bare
My Enemy [BL] 087: Are you… okay?
ELLISIt had been seven years. That thought hit me hard and fast, seven years since I’d been near a hockey game. Years since life had enough breathing room for things like this, an evening free of job obligations, or bills hanging over my head, or the constant low-grade anxiety of someone doing mental calculations in the back of their mind.A memory bubble popped up before I could steer my thoughts elsewhere.My dad in the upper deck of a much smaller arena, not nearly as impressive as this one, leaping up for a play he totally misread, shouting with all his conviction about a call that had gone down differently than he thought. I laughed at him.We shared a terrible hot dog, pretending to be hockey experts when we barely understood the icing rule. The blissful, uncomplicated joy of being a kid, cold, and happy in a crowd.That nostalgia hit me harder than I expected, settling in a weight behind my sternum...Dad...I really want you to get better. I can’t do this without you. I don’t
My Enemy [BL] 086: This asshole…
ELLIS"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding sincere but also amused by the whole thing."No, leave me alone," I said, my hand gesturing at him behind the one covering my mouth.He laughed, it was full and warm, reverberating in the limo and filling up the space, because soundproofing kept it all contained, leaving that laugh lingering around us.I turned away, focused on the window, before my cheeks could give away any more evidence to whatever case he was building.Outside, the city flowed by in waves of light. Inside, I could almost feel his laughter like something tangible beside me, and reluctantly, against my will, with every objection noted I started to enjoy it.Not just the playful teasing, but the ease of it all. The fact that the evening felt lighter than most things had in ages, which had something to do with who was sitting beside me, and I was doing absolutely nothing productive with that realization.A few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Then Julian shifted slightly,
My Enemy [BL] 085: Young Master… royalty?
ELLISI gawked at the limo, to me, though, it might as well have been a spaceship. A really expensive one, with leather seats and its own driver, sitting there all casual while I was having a quiet meltdown on the pavement next to it.Right then, the driver stepped forward, and I took him in like he was the proof of my worst fears, impeccably dressed in a black suit that looked like it had never met a wrinkle, moving with the kind of smooth professionalism you only see in someone who has been driving important people around for years and knows how to keep it discreet."Good evening, Young Master Cross."I froze. Young master? What, was he royalty?The words hit me one by one, each needing some careful consideration.I whipped my head around to Julian faster than I probably should have.Just how rich was this guy?!Julian took that address in stride, as if being called "Young Master" was just another part of his life that he didn’t bother thinking about anymore. "Good evening, Harris."
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