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Two Eighty Eight
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2026-05-11 17:03:53
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My Enemy [BL] Three Thirty One
Third Person POV Frank blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness. "That’s... not something I needed to know, Asshole." Rowan shrugged slightly. "I’m telling you anyway," he said. "Because Atlas wouldn’t. He was too busy worrying about everything else." Frank’s expression softened just a bit. "Worrying about what?" "About ruining everything," Rowan replied simply. "About hurting you, the whole stepbrother thing, what it would do to the family even though it was already a mess." He let out a breath, shaking his head. "He was the one holding back, not me." Frank frowned, processing that. "And you didn’t care?" he asked. Rowan let out another quiet laugh, this one more bitter. "At first, yeah, it felt weird," he admitted. "I’m not insane; I knew how messed up it looked." He paused, his gaze drifting back to the court. "But after I told him how I felt... after that, I stopped caring." Frank studied him closely. "Just like that?" "Just like that," Rowan confirmed. "All I knew was
My Enemy [BL] Three Thirty
Third Person POVRowan’s expression remained unchanged, but something flickered in his eyes.Frank let out a breath, rubbing his hand over his face. "You really didn’t think that was something I should know?"Finally, Rowan turned his head, his gaze meeting Frank’s with a calm that didn’t match the tension."It wasn’t about you."Frank let out a short, humorless laugh. "Right. Because I just happen to be the guy standing here who also—" He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. "Forget it.""No," Rowan said quietly. "You should go on."Frank locked eyes with him, his expression noticeably sharper."I said it’s messed up," he repeated, voice tense. "You and him, sneaking around like that behind my back. And yeah, things were complicated, but that doesn’t make it any less messed up."Rowan didn’t reply right away.Frank let out another breath, shaking his head. "I’m not even getting into the whole stepbrother thing now because that’s a whole different level of weird, but seriously... you co
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Nine
Third Person POVBy the time basketball practice wrapped up that evening another week later, the sky was already starting to darken. The fading light stretched long shadows across the court as players made their way out of the gym, chatting and laughing in groups.Usually, the energy after a good game was contagious, but Rowan felt somewhat apart from it, intentionally so, as he picked up his bag from the bench and slung it over his shoulder.He had settled into a routine over the past week.Show up. Play hard. Leave.No lingering, no unnecessary conversations, no offers to hang out afterward, even though they often came his way. At first, his teammates had tried, clapping him on the back and asking if he wanted to grab food or check out whatever party was happening, their casual tones laced with curiosity they didn’t quite know how to express directly.Rowan always said no.Tonight was just like any other."Hey, Harrigan, we’re heading to Nathan’s place later," one of the guys called
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Eight
It seems like she had another journal, the dates in this were more recent that the one they had found at the cottage.Not the details, not the specific moments, but the image of her sitting by the window during late afternoons, a pen in hand, the soft sound of it scratching against paper filling the quiet room around her.He hadn’t really paid attention back then, if he did he would have realized his mother had a lot if journals were she wrote over the years...most of them burnt or thrown away by Roderick.But this one...it was kept in his study.It was just part of the background noise of his life, something constant and unremarkable.Now it felt like something else entirely.Rowan hesitated before flipping it open.For a brief moment, his grip tightened, as if a part of him understood that whatever was inside would complicate things, not simplify them.But he opened it anyway.The handwriting was unmistakable, it was his mother’s.Soft, elegant, slightly slanted in a careful way, ea
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Seven
Third Person POVThe house had never seemed so vast before.It wasn’t just the sheer size of Oakfield Mansion, with its lengthy corridors, soaring ceilings, and rooms that seemed to blend into one another without end.Rowan had grown up here, memorizing every twist and turn, every staircase, and every quiet nook where he would retreat as a kid, seeking solitude. Back then, the space felt comforting, a sign of stability, something solid that couldn’t easily be shaken.Now, it felt empty.Every step echoed too loudly against the polished floors, the sound trailing behind him as if reluctant to let him slip away unnoticed.These days, the staff kept their distance, their conversations falling silent as soon as he appeared, their eyes darting toward him with a mix of sympathy and discomfort. Rowan chose to ignore it. He didn’t acknowledge much of anything anymore.It had been a week since everything fell apart, and during that time, he discovered that silence could be more deafening than
My Enemy [BL] Three Twenty Six
Where Rowan retreated, Frank leaned in...not emotionally, but practically. He was always on the phone, moving from room to room with a quiet sense of purpose, dealing with lawyers, the dealership, and details none of us had even thought about in the chaos of that night.That became his way of coping.If there was something that could be fixed, he focused on it. If it couldn’t be fixed, he moved on to the next issue.He still came to see me, though.Not every day, but enough that I started to expect him. He’d knock once before letting himself in, usually finding me in the living room or kitchen, and for a little while, it felt almost normal."Have you eaten?" he asked one afternoon, leaning against the counter like he belonged there.I shrugged. "Define eaten."He frowned slightly and moved toward the fridge. "That’s not a real answer.""I had coffee.""That doesn’t count and you know it."He pulled out a container of leftovers and set it on the counter, giving me a look that said argu
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