“Crossfire Of Obsession “

“What the hell?” I gasped.

The room erupted.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Are you insane?”

Several students rushed toward Drey while others instinctively stepped away from Raihan.

Even his friends looked stunned.

Drey pressed a hand against his bleeding forehead and stared at Raihan in disbelief.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” he snapped.

Raihan laughed bitterly.

The sound carried no amusement whatsoever.

“You should be asking yourself that question.”

The atmosphere immediately grew volatile.

“What is your problem?” Drey demanded.

Raihan’s jaw tightened.

His eyes briefly shifted toward me.

“Is he the reason you left the room?”

Raihan asked coldly .

His gaze settled on Drey with obvious disdain.

“That insignificant fool?”

He scoffed.

“He’s not even qualified to stand at my gate, yet you’re willingly associating with him.”

I stood there in complete bewilderment, struggling to process the scene unfolding before me.

What was wrong with him?

We weren't even friends.

So why did he seem so inexplicably obsessed with me?

None of this made any sense.

And why would he resort to violence simply because  Drey Kissed me ?

His gaze settled on me with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

An oppressive silence descended upon the room.

Not a single person dared to move an inch.

No one was foolish enough to challenge the Kings.

Then Raihan finally broke the silence.

His voice was low, cold, and dangerously possessive.

“No one touches what I intend to claim.”

What on earth was he rambling about?

Was he actually referring to me as though I were his possession?

The nerve.

The absolute audacity.

Who did he think he was?

The arrogance radiating from him was almost unbearable.

One day, someone was going to humble him in a way he would never forget.

And judging by my growing irritation, that someone might very well be me.

I rushed to Drey's side, my pulse racing at the sight of the blood streaming down his temple.

"We need to get him to a hospital. Now."

Ethan and Noah immediately came to my aid.

The three of us escorted Drey through the stunned crowd and out of the party.

Within moments, we were speeding toward the hospital, leaving the chaos and tension behind us.

We arrived at the hospital, where Drey was promptly taken in for treatment.

Ethan, Noah, and I waited in the reception area, the atmosphere weighed down by anxiety and uncertainty.

Not long afterward, two distinguished-looking men entered the hospital with evident concern etched across their faces.

The moment they approached us, they identified themselves as Drey's parents.

“Where is our son?” one of them asked anxiously.

The men introduced themselves as Jonathan Sinclair and David Sinclair, Drey’s parents.

What the hell? Are Drey’s parents gay too? I muttered softly, barely believing what I was seeing.

After an exhausting night at the hospital watching the unshakable devotion of Drey’s parents as they hovered over him with visible anguish, I felt something in me quietly fracture.

I slipped away to the restroom and allowed myself a rare moment of weakness, weeping in silence where no one could witness it.

When I finally left for home, my mind felt distant and clouded, as though I had momentarily forgotten the existence of my arrogant, persistently intrusive, and unsettlingly obsessed roommate.

Only when I stepped into the apartment did it hit me again , this wasn’t an escape.

I walked through the door still smelling like antiseptic and hospital sheets, my head pounding from the whole mess with Drey.

Raihan was already there.

He stood right there in the middle of the room, shirtless, arms crossed, waiting like he owned the place.

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

His eyes lifted to me.

“You’re late,” he said calmly, his voice carrying that infuriating control, as if the entire night meant nothing to him.

I didn’t respond immediately.

Because the contrast was too loud in my head the chaos of the party still clinging to me, and him standing here in perfect composure like nothing in the world had the right to disturb him.

His gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary.

Before I could open my mouth or ask what the hell he was doing here after cracking a bottle over Drey’s head, he crossed the space in two strides.

His hands grabbed my face and his mouth crashed into mine. Hot, wet, demanding. 

His tongue pushed past my lips without asking, sliding deep, tasting like  Tokaji  wine and something sharper. I tried to shove him back my palms hit his chest, fingers digging into muscle but the kiss kept going, sucking the fight right out of me. 

My body betrayed me fast. 

My cock started thickening in my jeans while my brain screamed that this guy had just put Drey in the hospital.

Raihan didn’t stop. He walked me backward until my shoulders hit the wall, never breaking the kiss. His tongue fucked my mouth in slow, filthy strokes, teeth nipping my bottom lip hard enough to sting. I tasted blood and spit and still couldn’t pull away. My hands slid up his bare chest instead of pushing him off, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his nipples hardened under my thumbs.

He groaned into my mouth and pressed his hips forward. His cock was already rock hard, thick and heavy, grinding against mine through our clothes. The friction made my knees weak. I hated how good it felt. I hated that I was getting off on this after everything. Raihan’s hand dropped between us, popped my jeans open, and shoved inside. His fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow and tight, thumb smearing the precum already leaking from my slit.

The moment lingered for what felt like an unbearable stretch of time before I finally pushed him away.

Frustration surged through me, and in a sudden burst of impulse, I struck him hard across the face.

But instead of reacting with pain or anger, he only tilted his head slightly, his expression calm and unreadable—almost taunting—as his lips parted faintly, as if my reaction entertained him.

For a brief moment, I stood frozen, my breathing uneven and my thoughts completely scattered.

Without another word, I quickly adjusted my clothes, turned away, and rushed out of the house, the weight of the encounter pressing heavily against my chest.