INICIAR SESIÓNSEBASTIAN'S POVThe hallway outside Mr. George’s office felt different this time. No racing pulse, no dread pooling in my stomach, no emergency pulling me here like a magnet. Just the quiet click of my shoes on the polished floor and the letter I carried in my pocket—the one I’d written the night before and rewritten three times before I was satisfied. I paused at the familiar oak door, took a steadying breath, and knocked twice.“Come in.”I pushed the door open. Mr. George sat behind his desk exactly as I remembered him: glasses perched low on his nose, fountain pen in hand, surrounded by neat stacks of files that somehow never looked chaotic. The afternoon light slanted through the blinds, casting thin golden bars across the room. Nothing had changed. And yet everything had.I closed the door softly behind me and crossed to the chair opposite him without waiting for an invitation. For the first time, I sat down not because the world was collapsing, but because I chose to.“Mr. Geor
SEBASTIAN'S POVEarly the next morning, I woke up to find the bed empty beside me. Eli was already gone. A note on the pillow simply said: Downstairs.I dressed quickly and headed down. The house was still quiet, sunlight just starting to creep through the windows. As I reached the hallway, I saw Eli slipping into Lucas’s office. The door stayed slightly open.I stopped just outside, heart beating faster, and waited.Inside, Lucas was already seated at his desk, like he had been waiting for this exact moment.“Sit down, Eli,” Lucas said, voice calm and low.Eli sat.Lucas looked at him for a long moment before speaking.“I’ve watched you these past months,” he began. “You walked into this house and saw Sebastian for who he really is. You stayed when it got hard. You fought for him. You chose him every single day.” Lucas leaned forward slightly.“I consider you my son, Eli. In every way that matters. Not by blood. Not by arrangement. By choice. By how you love my boy.”I pressed a han
SEBASTIAN'S POVThree days after we got back from the hotel, my phone rang while I was in the kitchen helping Lucas with lunch.Selena.I stared at the screen for a long second before answering.“Hi,” I said.“Sebastian.” Her voice was quieter than usual. Not the polished, controlled tone I was used to. “Are you free this afternoon?”I glanced at Eli, who was sitting at the table pretending not to listen but clearly was. He gave me a small nod.“Yeah,” I said. “I’m free.”“Can I come by the house? I’d like to talk. Properly this time. Just us, if that’s okay.”My chest tightened. “Just us.”“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”She hung up.Eli stood up and came over, resting his hands on my waist. “You sure you want to do this alone?”“I think I need to,” I said. “But stay close? In the house somewhere.”“Always.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll be in our room if you need me.”When Selena arrived, she looked… different. Less armor. She wore a simple coat, no briefcase, hair a little less p
SEBASTIAN'S POVMorning light slipped gently through the curtains, soft and golden. I woke up slowly, body heavy in the best way, still feeling the ghost of last night’s sensory deprivation — the darkness, the silence, Eli’s hands and mouth owning every inch of me. My wrists were a little sore from the cuffs, my skin still sensitive, and my ass ached pleasantly from how deep he’d fucked me.Eli was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with those steady dark eyes. His hair was messy, lips slightly swollen from last night. The ring on his finger caught the light as he reached over to brush a strand of hair from my forehead.“Morning,” he said softly, voice rough with sleep and leftover heat. “How are you feeling?”I stretched slowly, wincing a little at the pleasant soreness. “Floaty. Good floaty. Last night was… a lot. In the best way possible.” I turned to face him fully. “I felt everything so intensely. The silence made me lose track of time completely. When you pulled th
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe next night felt different.After the intensity of temperature play the night before, both of us were still riding that quiet, satisfied glow. We had dinner with Lucas — simple, warm, filled with easy conversation about Bianca’s latest text and Jasmine’s endless group chat messages. When Lucas went to bed around ten, Eli looked at me across the kitchen table with that focused look I was learning to read so well.“Sensory deprivation tonight?” he asked, voice low but careful. “If you’re ready. We can take it slow and long.”My pulse jumped. The memory of how overwhelmed and alive I felt during temperature play was still fresh. This felt like the next step.“Yeah,” I said. “I want it. Extended. I want to see how far I can go with you.”Eli searched my face for a long moment. “Safe word is still ‘red’. Tap my arm three times if you can’t speak. I’ll check in verbally too. We stop the second you need to. No pushing through.”“I know,” I said, reaching for his hand. “I t
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe hotel morning kept going warm and clean and completely ours. We checked out at eleven, still buzzing from everything that had happened in that room — the mirror, the sixty seconds we filmed and deleted together, the quiet confessions in the morning light. The drive home was peaceful. Eli’s hand stayed on my thigh the whole way, thumb brushing slow circles like he couldn’t stop touching me.When we pulled up to the house, Jasmine was already there, exactly like she promised, armed with two bottles of wine and enough energy to power the entire campus. Dinner was loud, chaotic, and perfect. She grilled us for hours about the proposal, the bench, the fights, the bread basket moment, everything. Lucas listened with quiet smiles and the occasional dry comment. Eli kept his hand on my knee under the table the entire time, grounding me.By the time Jasmine finally left — hugging us tight and promising to come back soon with more questions — the house felt full again, even
ELI'S POV I could not even process what was going on before he had picked me off the ground in one swift move. My mind immediately went blank as my eyes widened in shock. Did he just fucking pick me off in a bridal style like I was a ‘bride?’ what the heck was going on? I couldn't even speak,
SEBASTIAN'S POV My eyes burned with fury as I stared at him. That dirty punk was just a pain in the ass. It's not enough that he's annoying but now, he also goes ahead and spread rumours about me. Now mom is involved and his fucking dad is also there to defend him too. I don't even know what to
ELI'S POV I left his car feeling overwhelmed with anger. How could he had done something like that, yet act so nonchalant about it - like he had wanted me to believe whatever I wanted too.I wasn't sure what to feel, I wasn't sure if I wanted to believe him or not. He acted like he did it but yet
ELI'S POVMy eyes widened, my lips parted in awe as I stared at the figure walking closer to me. Fair skin, slender, full lips - that I could remember how they tasted just looking at them. Black short hair that stops right on her shoulders. She looked the same, exactly the same way I last saw her







