Mag-log inSEBASTIAN'S POVThe first day of my final semester felt different.I walked onto campus with Eli beside me, our hands brushing every few steps. No performance. No careful mask. No scanning the paths to see who was watching. Just me. Just us. The rings on our fingers caught the morning light with every movement, impossible to miss.People noticed.A group of juniors by the east fountain glanced our way and did a double take. Two girls from my old ethics class whispered behind their notebooks but didn’t say anything. A guy from the basketball pickup games gave us a small nod as we passed — not awkward, just… acknowledging. No one said a word directly. They just saw.And for the first time, I didn’t care.Eli walked close, shoulder brushing mine. “You good?” he asked quietly.“Yeah,” I said, smiling a little. “Feels weird. In a good way.”We reached the classroom for AP Economics — my last big class before graduation. I didn’t head to the back like I used to, where I could hide and zone
SEBASTIAN'S POVI stepped out of Mr. George’s building into the warm afternoon light, the letter of recommendation folded neatly in my jacket pocket like a quiet victory I still couldn’t fully believe. My phone buzzed almost immediately.Eli: well?I smiled and typed back quickly.He already wrote your scholarship recommendation three weeks ago. Says he’s retired from being my crisis manager. Also says he’s known about us since the basketball court.Eli replied instantly.Of course he did. Come home. Jasmine just showed up unannounced with champagne and is demanding stories.I laughed under my breath and started walking faster. The campus paths felt different today. Lighter. Freer. No dread hanging over my shoulder. No emergency waiting around the corner. Just the ordinary buzz of students heading to class and the knowledge that home — real home — was waiting for me with all its beautiful chaos.When I pushed open the front door, the house was already alive.Jasmine’s voice carried fr
SEBASTIAN'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 POV“Eill, how about we strick a deal?” I muttered softly, too soft that I almost didn't recognize my own voice. His eyes laced with suspicion, I felt his breath heavy like he was suddenly breath faster or maybe it was just the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes held his
SEBASTIAN'S POV I stared at him utterly confused. I just could not bring myself to understand what he was saying no matter how hard I thought about it. “I am confusing you? What exactly do you mean?” I muttered and he scoffed. “You are the one to answer that question. But then again…” He paused
Eli'S POV “Going somewhere?” That voice was enough to send the shivers down my spine, it was an awfully familiar voice and I knew just who it was the moment I heard them.I thought Sebastian was behind this but guess he was innocent this time around, although I really wished he wasn't. It would ha
SEBASTIAN'S POVI watched him drag those guys to the side and they both whispered words I wasn't sure of but I knew that he had pleaded with them and then they turned to leave but the Jayden bastard stopped as soon as he got closer to where I was.“You should really thank Eli for saving your life.







