LOGIN(Kael’s POV)
I don’t rush. Never have. The hallway is quiet, almost empty, the echoes of fading footsteps bouncing softly off the walls. Aaron is beside me, talking, jabbering about some nonsense I barely register. Half my attention is on him, the other half… elsewhere. She’s been on my mind more than she should be. She wasn’t in class yesterday. That absence—small, insignificant to anyone else—settled somewhere inside me like a quiet warning I can’t ignore. And then, she’s there. She rounds the corner fast, bag clutched tight at her side, eyes fixed on the floor. She doesn’t see me. Her shoulder collides with mine before I can blink. Light, but enough to make her stumble. My hand moves automatically, resting on her waist. Not rough. Not soft. Just firm, enough to hold her steady. She freezes under my touch. Breath hitches. A faint, quick inhale, just enough to notice. I don’t move. Her eyes snap up. Vera Bradley. Of course. Wide-eyed for a moment, then controlled, professional. She straightens herself, forcing control over every inch of her posture. She’s about to step away. I let her. But I speak first. Words slide out before I even think. “Ehi, bella… guarda dove stai andando.” Italian. Thick. Calm. Deliberate. (Hey, beautiful… watch where you’re going.) No smile. No apology. Aaron freezes beside me, a faint hitch in his breathing. Shock. Surprise. He knows me. He knows I don’t speak like this. Not to women. Not in Italian, not in any way. And yet… here I am. She stiffens, but she doesn’t move. Breath flutters just slightly, chest rising under her blouse. My fingers linger on her waist for an extra heartbeat before I pull away. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t speak, doesn’t even glance at me. She adjusts her bag and steps past us, keeping her pace, keeping her dignity. Interesting. Most people would glance back, apologize, maybe even blush. Not her. She keeps her distance, her control, her grace. And that—subtle as it is—catches me. Aaron exhales audibly beside me. “Since when do you call women bella?” I don’t answer. Not because I can’t. Because the truth is heavier than words. I didn’t call her that as a compliment. Not really. I called her that because she collided with me like she didn’t know what she just ran into. Because she didn’t flinch. Didn’t falter. Didn’t even acknowledge the danger she was brushing past. Her restraint, her composure… it says everything I need to know. I resume walking, shoulders loose, face calm, betraying nothing. But inside… something shifted. Quietly. Just enough to matter. Aaron continues jabbering, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind. I don’t listen. My gaze follows her, long after she’s gone. The sway of her bag, the sharp rhythm of her steps, the controlled tension in her posture—every detail stays with me. The hallway feels empty now. But I can still sense her. Her presence lingers, subtle, magnetic, dangerous. It wraps around me, claws under my skin, and won’t let go. I know one thing. One indisputable truth. This… this encounter will not be the last.Vera’s POVIt had been a few days since everything happened between me, Kael, Lucian, Aaron… all of it.And everyone was pretending to be normal.Pretending. That was the best word for it.I was avoiding Kael.So I kept myself busy. From the garden in the morning, to the library in the afternoon, to the kitchen at night like cooking would somehow silence my head.It didn’t.And Lina…I wasn’t sure about Lina.One moment I felt like she was just a girl stuck in the middle of chaos she didn’t ask for.The next moment I remembered what she did.So I kept my distance.Safer that way.Or at least I told myself it was safer.Aaron was the bigger silence though.He had left with Lucian days ago and nobody really spoke about it after.No updates. No jokes. No annoying presence in the hallways.Just gone.And I hated that I noticed.That morning I was in the kitchen again, baking something I wasn’t even planning to eat, just because the heat and smell distracted me from thinking too much.Flou
Aaron’s POVI should’ve stayed in my room.That thought hit me halfway down the hallway, just before Lucian’s office door came into view. Too late now. The door was already open.He was inside, standing by the window, back to me, sleeves rolled up, phone in his hand. Calm. Controlled. Like he didn’t just spend the morning dismantling me piece by piece without raising his voice.I stepped in anyway.“Close the door.”I did. The click echoed louder than it should have.He didn’t turn immediately. Just finished whatever he was reading, set the phone down, then finally looked at me. And just like that—everything from last night came rushing back again.Talk, he said.I let out a breath, You didn’t answer me.His brow lifted slightly, You didn’t give me the chance.I stepped closer, frustration building fast now. “I said something I’ve been holding in for thirteen years, Lucian. Thirteen. And your response is to drag me to the gym, ignore me for an hour, and act like—”“Like what?” he cut
Aaron’s POV I woke up with my heart in my throat. Wrong ceiling. Wrong sheets. Wrong everything. Lucian’s room. And Lucian. He was on his side facing me, one arm under the pillow, breathing slowly and Shirtless. That dragon tattoo on his ribs rose and fell inches from my face. The one I’d stared at for thirteen years and never touched. _No. No no no._ Last night hit me like a freight train. The club. The car ride. The whiskey I never should’ve touched because I’m a lightweight idiot. His hand on my knee. “Talk to me, Aaron. You’ve been off all night.” And me — me with a mouth full of alcohol and years of shit I’d swallowed — just _breaking_. _I’ve loved you for Thirteen fucking years, Lucian. Since I was 11 and stupid. Since before I knew what it felt like to want someone who looks right through me. You happy? You got what you wanted?”_ I didn’t even remember his reaction. Because I passed out. Right there. In his arms. Like a damn amateur. Now it was morning. I
Vera’s POV The third shot hit different. Or maybe it was the bass. Or the way Aaron had stopped pretending he wasn’t scanning the crowd every 30 seconds like he was waiting for hell to walk through the door. Lina was already gone. Passed out on the leather couch, hair fanned out, mouth open. Dead to the world. “Lightweight,” Vera muttered, taking another sip. The alcohol burned, but not enough. Aaron smirked, but it didn’t land. His jaw was tight. He hadn’t touched his drink in 10 minutes. “We shouldn’t have left the house" “Too late,” Vera said. “You made your point.” He looked at her then. Really looked. “Did I?” Before she could answer, the air changed. You feel it in places like this. When the predator enters the room. The crowd doesn’t know why they’re parting — they just do. Aaron went rigid. Vera didn’t need to turn around. She knew. Kael. And Lucian. With their bodyguards. Lucian & Aaron Lucian didn’t say anything at first. He just walked up to the table, eyes
Vera’s POV The moment the guard left, the room went quiet again. Aaron leaned back slightly, watching her. Vera tilted her head just a little. That same look passed between them again. Lina saw it and immediately shook her head. “No.” Neither of them answered. “…No,” she repeated, stepping back like distance alone would save her. “I don’t like that silence. That silence means something stupid is about to happen.” Aaron exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his jaw. “You say ‘stupid’ like it’s not relative.” “It’s not relative,” Lina shot back. “With you two, it’s always stupid.” Vera pushed off the chair, stretching slightly like she was just getting comfortable instead of planning something illegal under house arrest. “Relax.” “I don’t trust that word when it comes from you,” Lina replied immediately. “That sounds personal.” “It is personal,” Lina said flatly. “I just got my life back. I’m trying to keep it.” Aaron huffed out a quiet laugh, then glanced at Vera. “We can’
Vera's POV Vera stood near the window, arms folded, staring out at the compound. Guards everywhere. “Yeah,” Aaron’s voice came from behind her, lazy but sharp underneath, “I counted twelve just from here.” She didn’t turn. “There were six earlier.” “Exactly.” She exhaled slowly. “So we’re officially prisoners now.” “Soft version,” he said. “With better furniture.” That pulled a small breath out of her. Not quite a laugh. She turned, leaning her shoulder against the wall. “You tried leaving?” He tilted his head slightly. “I looked like I was going to try leaving.” “And?” “They stopped me before I even got close to the gate.” She raised a brow. “Stopped you how?” Aaron sat up a little straighter, mimicking the guard’s tone. “Sir, with all due respect, you’re not permitted beyond this point.” She folded her arms tighter. “And you listened?” He gave her a look. “Do I look like I listened?” That almost made her smile. “What did you do?” she asked. “I as
Vera typed the message twice before sending it.One wrong word could ruin everything.Midnight. Cafe. Be there.She deleted the thread immediately, slid the phone back into her pocket, and stared at the wall until her pulse slowed. Her ribs still hurt when she breathed too deeply. She ignored it. P
The school gates disappeared behind us as we drove, the afternoon sun dipping low, painting the campus in gold. Lucente’s engine purred beneath me, a calm contrast to the tension curling in my chest. Aaron sat beside me, silent. Not from class, not from lectures—I didn’t need reminders of anything
The morning air was crisp, but it did little to ease the tension coiling in my chest. My car—Lucente—glided to a stop beside Aaron’s, its black frame gleaming under the early sun. He stepped out first, tall, confident, but even from here, I could see the subtle stiffness in his shoulders, the way h
Kael slowly pulled the collar of Vera’s shirt aside, just enough to see the skin near her shoulder. His fingers moved carefully, almost reluctantly, like he was bracing himself for something he didn’t want to find. The room was quiet except for their breathing. The silence felt thick, stretched tig







