LOGIN“Show me.”
Mr. Ashford’s voice was quiet, like the calm before a storm.
Kai’s hand shook as he held out his phone. The screen glowed with the message.
Stay away from James Ashford. This is your only warning.
Mr. Ashford read it. His jaw tightened.
“When did this come?”
“An hour ago. I didn’t know if I should—”
The phone shattered against the wall.
Kai jumped back.
“Pack a bag.” Mr. Ashford was already moving to the door. “You’re not going to school tomorrow.”
“What? I can’t just—”
“You were threatened.” Mr. Ashford turned. A fire burned in his eyes. Real anger. “Do you understand what that means?”
“It’s probably just Victoria trying to scare me—”
“Victoria ruins reputations. She doesn’t make threats like this.” Mr. Ashford stepped closer. “This is someone else. Someone dangerous.”
Kai’s stomach turned to ice. “How do you know?”
“Because I’ve gotten three messages this week.” Mr. Ashford’s hand gripped Kai’s shoulder. Hard. “About you. What they want to do to you. To get to me.”
The world spun.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I was handling it.” His grip tightened. “But it’s getting worse. So now, you stay where I can see you. Always.”
“You can’t just lock me up—”
“Watch me.”
The next morning, Kai woke to Margaret packing books into his bag.
“Your schoolwork will be sent here,” she said. She didn’t sound cold anymore. She sounded worried. “There is more security now. You do not leave this apartment without him.”
“This is crazy. I’m not a prisoner.”
“No. You are a target.” She looked at him seriously. “And James does not let anyone take what is his.”
What is his.
The words stayed with Kai as he got dressed. He ate breakfast alone. The day dragged on. Mr. Ashford was gone.
Where was he?
Night fell. Still, he wasn’t back.
Kai tried the office door. It was locked.
Margaret left at six. The apartment was huge and silent.
Then, a sound. The front door opened and closed.
Kai hurried into the hall.
Mr. Ashford stood frozen. His shirt was torn. Dark red stains smeared his hands.
“What happened?” Kai grabbed his arm. “Are you hurt?”
“It’s not my blood.” Mr. Ashford pulled away, but not roughly. “I found the man who sent the messages.”
“And?”
“He won’t be sending any more.”
The coldness in his voice made Kai shiver.
“What did you do?”
“What I had to do.” Mr. Ashford walked toward the bathroom. “To keep you safe.”
Kai followed him. “You can’t just hurt people because—”
“Because they threatened to drag you into an alley? Because they described how they would hurt you?” Mr. Ashford turned. His calm was gone. “Marcus hired him. To punish you. For being with me.”
Kai couldn’t breathe.
“I’m not… we’re not together. We’re not—”
“Aren’t we?” Mr. Ashford closed the space between them. “You live in my home. I eat at my table. I have spent weeks making you stronger. Making you into someone who belongs by my side.”
His hand came up and cupped Kai’s cheek.
“I will not let anyone touch you,” Mr. Ashford said. “Do you understand? You are mine. Mine to protect. Mine to shape. Mine.”
The words should have scared Kai. They should have made him run.
Instead, a strange warmth spread through his chest.
“This is wrong,” Kai whispered. “You’re my teacher.”
“I know.”
“People will talk.”
“Let them.”
Mr. Ashford’s thumb stroked Kai’s cheek. It was gentle, but it didn’t match the look in his eyes.
“I tried to keep my distance,” Mr. Ashford said quietly. “I tried to be professional. But seeing you in the halls, knowing someone wanted to hurt you…” His eyes grew dark. “I can’t be objective about you anymore.”
Kai’s heart was beating too fast. He felt hot and cold at the same time.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying this stopped being about tutoring a long time ago.” Mr. Ashford leaned closer. “I’m saying I have broken every rule I promised to keep. And I do not regret it.”
Kai’s mind was a blur. His thoughts were messy.
“What do you want from me?”
“Everything.” Mr. Ashford’s voice was almost a whisper. “Your trust. Your obedience. You. All of you.”
This was insane. It was dangerous.
But Kai’s body wouldn’t listen. He leaned into the touch.
“I’m scared,” Kai admitted, his voice breaking. “Of you. Of this. Of how I feel when you’re near me.”
“Good. Fear keeps you safe.” Mr. Ashford’s other hand settled on Kai’s waist. “But don’t be afraid of me. Be afraid of what I will do to anyone who tries to take you.”
Kai’s legs felt weak.
“I can’t do this,” he said. Tears filled his eyes. “But I can’t walk away.”
A small, soft smile touched Mr. Ashford’s lips.
“Then don’t.”
Kai’s eyes snapped open.His sheets were wet with sweat. His heart was beating too fast.The dream again. The rain. The headlights. Victoria’s smile. Mr. Ashford’s voice telling him to choose.His hands shook as he pushed the covers back. It was 4:47 in the morning.“Why do you want the man who will ruin you?” he whispered to the dark room.There was no answer.He got up. His body ached. His ribs felt bruised, like something inside was broken.Fear mixed with something else. A dark pull he didn’t have a name for.He dressed slowly. His hands fumbled with the buttons. He dropped his phone twice.He had to go to school today. He had to act normal.His life would never be normal again.The school halls were quiet when he arrived. Too early. The cleaner gave him a strange look but said nothing.He walked to his first class. Maybe he could hide until other students came.The classroom door was slightly open.Mr. Ashford was at his desk. Papers were spread out. A single lamp was on.He look
CHAPTER 6: Storm Before the Fall“You need to eat.”Kai looked at the full plate. He had been inside for three days. Mr. Ashford was always watching.“I’m not hungry.”“Eat.” Mr. Ashford sat across from him. “Now.”“Stop talking to me like I’m a dog.”The words came out sharp. Weeks of pressure were boiling over.Mr. Ashford’s face was blank. “Be careful.”“Or what? You’ll lock me in my room?” Kai pushed the plate away. “I can’t breathe here. You’re smothering me.”“I’m keeping you safe.”“This isn’t safe! It’s a prison!” Kai stood up, his chair scraping loudly. “You control everything I do. What I wear. Where I go. I’m trapped.”“You’re alive.”“I’m going crazy!”Silence fell. Heavy and dangerous.Mr. Ashford stood up slowly. He walked around the table. Each step was careful. Controlled.Kai wanted to run, but his feet were stuck to the floor.“You think I want this?” Mr. Ashford’s voice was low and tight. “You think I like being like this?”“Then stop.”“I can’t.” Mr. Ashford’s hand
“Show me.”Mr. Ashford’s voice was quiet, like the calm before a storm.Kai’s hand shook as he held out his phone. The screen glowed with the message.Stay away from James Ashford. This is your only warning.Mr. Ashford read it. His jaw tightened.“When did this come?”“An hour ago. I didn’t know if I should—”The phone shattered against the wall.Kai jumped back.“Pack a bag.” Mr. Ashford was already moving to the door. “You’re not going to school tomorrow.”“What? I can’t just—”“You were threatened.” Mr. Ashford turned. A fire burned in his eyes. Real anger. “Do you understand what that means?”“It’s probably just Victoria trying to scare me—”“Victoria ruins reputations. She doesn’t make threats like this.” Mr. Ashford stepped closer. “This is someone else. Someone dangerous.”Kai’s stomach turned to ice. “How do you know?”“Because I’ve gotten three messages this week.” Mr. Ashford’s hand gripped Kai’s shoulder. Hard. “About you. What they want to do to you. To get to me.”The wo
“It meant nothing.”Mr. Ashford didn’t look up from his papers. They had been back for twenty minutes. The car ride had been completely silent.Kai stood in the office doorway. The skin on his face still felt warm where Mr. Ashford’s breath had touched him.“I know,” Kai said.“It was an act. To make Victoria back off.” The pen in Mr. Ashford’s hand scratched across the page. “Do not misunderstand.”“I don’t.”“Good.” Finally, his cold eyes lifted. “Go to bed. We have work tomorrow.”Dismissed. Again.Kai turned to leave.“And Kai?” Mr. Ashford’s voice stopped him. “You did well tonight. Better than I expected.”The praise was small. But it settled, warm, in Kai’s chest.He hated that it mattered.Sleep wouldn’t come. Kai lay in his new, expensive bed and replayed the moment. Each time felt different.The way Mr. Ashford had pulled him close. The firm grip on his hip. The heat of his body. The closeness that stole Kai’s breath.An act.Sure.Then why did his heart race every time he t
“Take those off.”Kai froze in the doorway. Mr. Ashford stood in the middle of a room that was all glass and expensive-looking leather.“Your shoes,” Mr. Ashford said. “They are dirty.”Kai looked down at his old sneakers. They looked wrong on the perfect, shiny floor.He took them off. His socks had holes.A woman in a sharp, clean uniform came out of another room. She looked at Kai like he was trash on her floor.“This is him?” she asked.“Yes, Margaret. The tailor comes at two. Clear my schedule for the afternoon.”“Sir, you have the board meeting at—”“Move it.”Margaret pressed her lips together and left without another word.Kai felt small. The house was too clean, too bright. It felt like it was pushing him out.“Follow me,” Mr. Ashford said.They walked through room after room. A library full of books. An office. A dining room with a table long enough for twenty people.Mr. Ashford stopped at a door and opened it.“This is your room.”It was bigger than his uncle’s whole apart
“Sit.”Just one term. No asking involved.Kai sat down fast, without thinking. Across from Mr. Ashford’s desk, he slumped into the seat.The lamp threw dark shapes over the teacher's face. His chin stood out, hard and defined. Those eyes - like they’d slice through anything. Every little thing he did felt tight, like nothing was left loose.Expensive perfume hung around, thick yet sharp. Not sweet - just cold, almost harsh. This put Kai more on edge, his old clothes itching like they didn’t belong. His skin crawled under that polished smell.“You’re late,” Mr. Ashford said again. He leaned back in his chair. “That tells me you don’t value time. Mine or yours.”“I didn’t know when to—”“Excuses are worthless.” Mr. Ashford’s fingers tapped the desk once. “You came here because you need something. So tell me. What is it?”Kai’s mouth felt parched. Where could he even start - trying to describe that kind of hunger to a guy who seemed born with everything handed to him? Maybe it was pointl







