BE A GOOD BOY AND LISTEN TO DADDY'S

Leonard traced Jaxon's gaze and they careful settled on Kai , he just stepped out of his car and he's approaching the mansion looking so mirthful.

He frowned deeply.

" Leo!" Kai called surprisingly , he instantly threw his arms around him " you smell so good ." he muttered clinging on him like a witch.

Jaxon rolled his eyes but he still maintained his cocky smile.

Kai faced Jaxon " Did you plan a surprise lunch for me and my Leo?" 

" Sure ." Jaxon nodded then he stared at Leonard , he flashed him that ' I'll punish you ' look then he smirked .

Jaxon gulped literally swallowing his saliva , he didn't say anything but he felt his stare made him tremble.

"I missed you , Kai. I actually planned this surprise lunch with Jaxon just to make you happy ." Leonard spoke with a pretentious smile.

Jaxon eyes widened , not only was he such a flirt , he was also an expensive liar.

Kai would literally buy it.

" Really?" Kai's eye lit up , still clinging on him.

They're now walking together to the dining room.

" Who's making Lunch ? " Kai asked facing Jaxon.

" It's him of course , short witch didn't you make any food for us ?" Leonard said winking discreetly.

Kai stared at Leonard ,he gave Jaxon a nickname but he never gave him one.

Anyways it doesn't mean anything, so he thought.

" Oh! food" Jaxon started " Give me a sec ," he smiled and he turned heading towards the Kitchen , a frown appeared on his face.

Kai clinger onto Leonard's arm as they took their seat , Leonard cold expression returned and his touch it irritated him like fuck .

" Let go of my arm! Don't ever touch me without my permission! stop pretending like we're in a real relationship! stop lying to the world, or else...."

" Else what? Kai cut him off releasing his grip from his arm.

Kai felt like crying a while ago he was acting so sweet but now bitter , he was even way worse than a chameleon but he still loves him anyway.

" It's best you cry .... I love seeing tears ." Leonard smirked as he stared at him wishing that a tear drop should just fall.

The heavens granted his wish , he cried like a baby and he smirked like a monster.

He wasn't crying cos of his words but there was once a time when Leonard hates seeing his tears but now he craves it .

" Okay , am bored!" Leonard stood with an icy expression , his long legs strode toward the kitchen.

He left Kai at dining room ignored.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen…

Jaxon stood by the counter, gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned pale.

His chest rose and fell slowly.

“Short Witch…” he muttered under his breath. “Expensive liar.”

He opened the fridge dramatically, staring at the ingredients like they personally offended him. The mansion was silent except for the faint clinking of plates.

Footsteps.Slow.Heavy.Familiar.He didn’t turn around.

“You cook with anger now?” Leonard’s deep voice filled the kitchen.

Jaxon sliced a tomato sharply. “I cook with passion. Anger is just extra seasoning.”

Leonard leaned against the counter, folding his arms. His gaze didn’t leave him.

“You looked jealous.”

He scoffed. “Of who? That crying chandelier?”

He chuckled darkly.

“You trembled earlier.”

He paused for half a second… then continued chopping“I was cold.”

Leonard stepped closer.

Too close.

His presence wrapped around him like heat.

“You weren’t cold,” he murmured near his ear. “You were scared.”

He slowly turned to face him, lifting his chin.

“I don’t get scared, Leo.”

His jaw tightened when he called him that. If only he knew the power he yielded whenever he called him that.

“You should,” he whispered. “Especially when I give you that look.”

His stomach flipped.

He leaned closer, their breaths mixing.

" You're up to something short witch , why did you plan a surprise lunch ?".

" Are you perhaps scared." Jaxon smirked .

Leonard chuckled dryly then he faced his waist with his usual dark eyes " Be at my mansion tonight , I wanna see those waist beads in action."

" It's not a request it's an order ." he added.

" What if I don't come ?" He asked , amused.

" You'll" he said stalking towards the door....

" Am making lunch ."

" Save the act I know you can't cook ," He said briefly and he walked away.

" phew!".

CLIFFORD'S MANSION*

Tate’s car stopped smoothly at the Clifford’s mansion driveway.

The engine went silent.

She stepped out slowly, sunglasses resting perfectly on her face, heels clicking confidently against the tiled floor as she walked toward the entrance.

The door opened before she knocked.

Evan stood there.

His eyes widened instantly.

“T–Tate?” he gasped softly.

Of course he knew her. Everyone did.

Evan was her biggest fan.

He had watched every performance, streamed every song, defended her online like a soldier in battle.

And now Tate was standing right in front of him.

In real life.

Tate lowered her sunglasses slightly, scanning Evan from head to toe.

" Yes" Tate said calmly.

Evan swallowed.

“You’re really… here.”

Tate walked in without waiting to be invited.

“Is Leonard home?”

Evan’s excitement dimmed slightly.

“No. He stepped out.”

" Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Tate asked.

Evan purred sitting next to her " I Kissed my crush last night , am feeling so shy

. ".

" we're in a new generation boy , you should propose to him don't wait for him to do it ." Tate winked then her phone buzzed with message.

more like a video.

She hired someone to spy on Liam 24/7.

" Since Liam does that mean he shouldn't talk to other guys?"

" He can talk to other guys but only ugly ones ,".

Leonard appeared , he acted like he didn't see them and climbed his stairs walking to his room.

" Such an arrogant jerk ," Tate rolled her eyes then she smiled remembering how they met for the first time.

After she was dismissed from PinkPop if not for him she would be a zero right now .

She is used to his behavior already.

★

Jeremy adjusted the small paper bag in his hand as he walked down the quiet street toward home. He had just bought a few things from the corner store, nothing important. The night was calm, streetlights glowing faintly above him, his footsteps echoing lightly against the pavement.

Then he felt it.

Another set of footsteps.

Not too close. Not too far.

Just… behind him.

Jeremy kept walking, pretending not to notice. His heartbeat slowly picked up.

 He turned left.

The footsteps turned left.

He slowed down.

They slowed too.

His grip tightened around the bag.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Silence.

Jeremy turned around sharply.

A tall figure stepped forward from the dim light.

Lionel.

Hands in his pockets. Face calm. Eyes unreadable.

“You’re following me?” Jeremy asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Lionel gave a faint smirk. “You make it sound criminal.”

" What do you want from me?" Jeremy asked increasing his walking pace.

Lionel followed.

" I wanted to say am sorry , am sorry for the way I spoke to you that night ." Lionel sincerely said.

" It's okay ." 

" But you said you hated me ," Lionel said , they're now walking together.

" It was just an outburst ," Jeremy smiled.

" So you and sab, are you guys a thing now? "Lionel asked as he swung his arm on Jeremy's shoulder.

“So you and sab… are you guys a thing now?” Lionel asked lightly.

Jeremy stiffened but kept walking.

“I don’t like him,” he said flatly. “We can never be a thing. A kiss is just a kiss. There’s nothing attached to it.”

Lionel’s brow lifted.

“Nothing attached?” he repeated slowly.

Jeremy shrugged. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Lionel stopped walking.

Jeremy took one more step before realizing Lionel wasn’t beside him anymore.

“So,” Lionel said, voice dropping slightly, “if I kiss you now, it wouldn’t mean anything to you?”

Jeremy froze.

His brain stopped working.

His eyes widened like a tilapia fish, staring at Lionel in pure shock.

“W–What?!”

Lionel’s lips twitched.

He leaned in just a little closer, watching Jeremy panic.

“You said a kiss is just a kiss.”

Jeremy stepped back so fast he almost tripped.

“Lionel!”

Lionel burst into a low laugh and raised both hands in surrender.

“Relax. Gotcha! I was just kidding.”

Jeremy exhaled sharply, placing a hand on his chest.

“You’re insane.”

Lionel only smirked, slipping his hands back into his pockets.

But the way he looked at Jeremy…

Didn’t look like a joke at all.

JAXON'S MANSION *

Jaxon stood in front of his full-length mirror, arms folded, staring at his reflection like he was about to declare war.

Tonight wasn’t random.

Tonight had intention.

He walked to his closet and slid the doors open slowly. Shirts, pants, silk, leather — options.

Too many options.

His fingers stopped on one outfit.

A fitted black silk shirt unbuttoned low to show collarbone and a hint of chest.

Slim black pants that hugged his thighs and ass perfectly, low enough on the hips to let the indigo waist chains peek subtly when he moved.

Sleek black boots that made his legs look long and powerful.

Simple.

But dangerously simple.

The fabric clung without trying too hard. The low neckline teased skin and the silver chain necklace resting against his collarbone. Makeup stayed soft but sharp — glossy lips, defined eyes, confidence glowing louder than highlighter.

He left his hair slightly tousled, falling just right.

He stepped back and tilted his head.

Hot.

He grabbed his keys and sprayed a light mist of perfume behind his ears and wrists.

“If he wants to play games,” he muttered softly, grabbing his car keys, “let’s play properly.”

CLIFFORD'S MANSION*

Jaxon stepped inside the mansion, the doors closing softly behind him.

The maids greeted him respectfully and directed him upstairs.

“Mr. Leonard is in his room, sir.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His boots echoed against the marble as he climbed the staircase, every step steady. The hallway upstairs was quiet, almost too quiet.

He stopped in front of his door.

Knocked once.

No response.

He slowly pushed it open.

The room was dim, the bathroom light on. Steam drifted faintly from the slightly open bathroom door.

He stepped inside fully, closing the door behind him.

“Leo?” he called calmly.

The bathroom door suddenly opened wider.

And he walked out.

Fresh from the shower.

Water still glistening on his skin.

A towel hung low around his waist, barely secured. His hair damp, droplets tracing down his chest.

Jaxon froze.

His breath caught for half a second before he masked it.

Leonard stopped mid-step when he saw him.

His brows lifted slightly.

“Well,” he said slowly, voice deep and smooth, “like what you see?"

Jaxon forced himself not to look flustered, even though his heart was pounding.

“You should lock your door,” he replied coolly.

He smirked darkly.

“Why? Afraid of what you might see?”

He walked closer, completely unbothered by his state.

" You're such a pervert." he narrowed his eyes trying to act cool .

" You came to my room dressed like that , who's the pervert between us ?" He held his chin up.

He swallowed .

He wasn't wrong though.

Jaxon turned to run away but he quickly caged him .

" There's no going back Short Witch , be a good boy and listen to daddy ." Leonard ruffled his hair like a puppy.

Without realizing it, Jaxon nodded. 

TO BE CONTINUED