로그인LEON'S POVNobody moved even a single tiny inch .The three of us stood frozen on the porch, the engine idling somewhere past the tree line at the edge of the driveway, headlights dark, and every instinct in my body screamed to get inside and lock the door."Get in the house," Aaron said quietly, already positioning himself between us and the driveway. "Both of you. Now.""Aaronn —""Now, Leon."Rose grabbed my arm and pulled, and for once I didn't argue, stumbling backward through the front door with her while Aaron lingered a moment longer on the porch, watching the dark shape of the car like he could will it into revealing itself.Inside, my hands shook so badly I fumbled the deadbolt twice before it finally clicked into place. Rose was already dialing, her voice tight and fast against the phone."This is Rose Kessler, I need to report a vehicle parked outside a residence, we already have an active police case connected to it—"Aaron slipped in through the door a moment later, lock
AARON'S POVThe question hung in the warm night air between us, and I watched Leon's face cycle through a dozen different emotions before he even opened his mouth to answer."I don't know," he admitted finally. "I applied for this before any of this happened. Before you. It felt like an escape hatch back then — somewhere to go if things with my family ever got as bad as I was scared they'd get.""And now?""Now things with my family are actually starting to get better," he said slowly, like he was working the thought out loud as he spoke it. "And I have you. And the idea of getting on a plane in six weeks feels less like an escape and more like—""Like leaving," I finished quietly.He winced. "I didn't mean it like that.""I know." I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to keep my voice steady even as something cold settled into my chest at the thought of an entire semester with an ocean between us. "I'm not going to tell you not to go, Leon. This is a huge opportunity. I'm not goin
AARON'S POVI watched them lead Ethan out through the glass doors, and something in my chest cracked open in a way I hadn't expected — not relief, exactly, though there was some of that tangled in. Mostly just a hollow, exhausted grief for a version of a person I used to know who'd let something rot inside him for two years until it turned into this."Are you okay?" Leon asked quietly, his hand still wrapped around mine."I don't know," I admitted. "I should feel like this is over. Instead I just feel sick.""That makes sense," Ms. Alvarez said gently, folding the confession carefully into a file. "You just watched someone you once cared about admit to something monstrous. It's allowed to feel complicated."She excused herself to start the process of formally closing my case, promising the scholarship board would be notified that the complaint had been entirely fabricated, that there would be no hearing, no suspension, nothing left hanging over either of our heads except the slow work
LEON'S POVMy legs felt unsteady just standing up."You don't have to do this," Aaron said quietly, his hand finding mine. "Whatever's about to happen down there, you can wait here.""I'm not letting you walk into that alone," I said, echoing his own words back at him from two days earlier. "Not after everything."Ms. Alvarez led us down a back stairwell instead of the main lobby elevator, murmuring something about wanting a moment to assess the situation before we were seen. We ended up in a small observation area just off the main lobby, separated by a wall of frosted glass that let us see shapes without full detail.A figure stood near the front doors. Tall. Still. Watching the elevator like he had all the patience in the world."That's him," Damian whispered, having caught up to us minutes earlier, his phone still clutched tight in one hand. "That's Ethan."Ms. Alvarez stepped forward first, opening the door just enough to address him directly. "Mr. Reyes? I'm Ms. Alvarez from the
AARON'S POV"See you at the hearing," I read again, the words doing nothing to make more sense the second time."What does that mean," Leon said. "Is he a student here? Is that how he even has access to the conduct office?""He'd have to be," Damian said slowly, thinking it through. "Or he's got someone on the inside feeding him information. Either way, if he's planning to actually show up—""Then we finally get to see his face," I finished, something cold and determined settling into my chest for the first time since this entire nightmare started. "We stop chasing shadows and screenshots. We actually get him in a room.""That's assuming he shows up as himself," Rose said. "If he's been hiding behind burner numbers and fake accounts for months, he's not going to walk into a university hearing under his real name unless he wants to be seen.""Maybe he does want to be seen," Damian said quietly. "Think about it. Everything he's done so far has been designed to be discovered eventually —
LEON'S POVThe three of us sat frozen, staring at the message like it might rearrange itself into something less terrifying if we looked long enough."He's watching us right now," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He knew we were here. He knew what Damian showed us.""Or he's watching Damian's phone," Aaron said grimly. "Or mine. Or he's got someone in this coffee shop right now with a clear line of sight to this table."I felt the back of my neck prickle, and against every rational instinct, I turned to scan the room — the barista wiping down the counter, an older woman reading on her phone by the window, two students hunched over textbooks near the door. Nothing looked wrong. Everything looked wrong."We need to leave," Damian said, already closing his laptop, his hands not quite steady. "Now. Somewhere with cameras, somewhere public, somewhere he'd have to be an idiot to try anything."We ended up back at my house, of all places — the one location that felt, however irratio
AARON’S POV The room was dark, lit only by the flickering neon sign from across the street that bled deep blues and purples across the sheets. The boy beneath me was on his knees, his shoulders trembling with effort as he desperately took my cock into his mouth. I reached down, my fingers sinking
LEON'S POV The laptop was a heavy, plastic weight against my ribs, a shield I hoped would hide the fact that my heart was trying to kick its way out of my chest. I stood at the threshold of “Bow Den” though the neon sign just looked like a blurry pink smear through my fever. Homosexuality is a si
LEON'S POV Every harsh pump of his hips felt like it was hitting me. I imagined that thick girth piercing me instead, stretching me, filling the ache that several ice baths and self-pleasure always failed to freeze. My breathing became ragged, coming out in a series of short, sharp gasps.Aaron
LEON'S POV After the final bell, I didn't head for the bus. Instead, I slipped through the shadows of the hallway, moving toward the gym.The air here was surprisingly cooler, smelling of damp concrete and decades worth of dusty trophies.After going around and noting down everything I needed, I f







