LOGIN"Klein, are you alright?"I slowly lifted my head when I heard Gerald's voice. It was only then that I noticed all of them were staring straight at me."I'm fine," I muttered indifferently, quickly looking away and forcing my attention back to the food on my plate.It was already lunchtime. And just like our usual routine, we were eating out here in the garden. But ever since I stepped foot on campus this morning, through every single passing class, I felt completely out of it. My mind had been miles away, trapped deep in thought because of what happened last night.No matter how hard I tried to force it out of my head, the memory seemed permanently etched into my mind—especially Lucien’s face as he begged me not to hurt him.His expression. His aura that night. It was worlds away from the demonic, ruthless Lucien I had first come to know.He looked so fragile and innocent that even I—try as I might to deny it to myself—wanted to protect him at all costs. His vulnerable self was sl
After what happened, I was currently leaning against the headboard of the bed, while Lysander’s head rested quietly and softly on my stomach.He had calmed down, but I could still feel the lingering tension in his body.And fuck!I don't even know how the hell I ended up in this situation. I let him use me as his fucking pillow! Something that I never openly allow anyone to do!But now, here the fuck I am, half-lying on the bed, while I softly comb through his fucking hair like he’s some kind of child who won't sleep unless his mother brushes his hair for him."Darling?"My gaze dropped down the moment I heard his voice."Hmm?"My eyes squeezed shut in annoyance at how utterly soft I was being toward this man.> "You just unknowingly have a soft spot for them after knowing what they went through. Especially since you had the exact same tragic childhood, Klein," Keno had told me earlier, leaving me completely speechless.Well, that's true... I suppose.After hearing Lysander's story a
Lucien looked down at me, his hollow, haunted eyes searching my face with a terrifying intensity, desperately trying to discern whether I was telling the truth or luring him into another trap. The silence hanging over the balcony was suffocating, heavy with the phantom reek of old violence."Lucien, let's go," Lysander murmured softly, breaking the agonizing quiet.His voice acted like a tether, drawing Lucien’s distant, broken focus away from me. Slowly, like a shattered doll being guided by string, Lucien gave a fragile nod. Lysander stepped forward with infinite caution, his hands moving deliberately slow as he gently wrapped a firm hand around his twin's trembling arm. He began leading him off the veranda and back into the dark corridor, their footsteps echoing like a funeral march.I was left utterly alone in the chilling drafts of the night, rooted to the balcony floor. My mind spiraled out of control, reeling in visceral horror from the grotesque scene I had just witnessed.>
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like I believe them more than you. I was wrong."From my spot on the balcony floor, I stood completely frozen the second those unexpected words left his mouth.I was left standing there, staring blindly at him. My eyes searched his face, desperately trying to analyze whether the man standing in front of me was genuinely Lucien.Based on everything I had experienced and observed about his personality up to this point, I knew for a fact that he was simply not the type of person to ever apologize first. If anything, he was someone who would fiercely clutch onto his massive ego, letting his sky-high pride dictate his every move.And yet, right here in the quiet stillness of the night, he was the one humbling himself and uttering an apology to me."I'm sorry, kitten," he repeated, his voice laced with a haunting vulnerability that sent a strange shiver straight down my spine.Still, my limbs refused to obey my mind; I remained completely rooted in place.
— Klein’s POV —> "See how they care for you, Klein," Keno’s voice echoed softly within the corridors of my mind, lingering just a heartbeat after Lysander slipped quietly out of the room.I did not offer a single word in response. Instead, my gaze remained stubbornly locked onto the dark glass bottle of vintage wine and the artisanal box of rich dark chocolate that Lysander had so carefully left behind.Deep down, a quiet storm of bewilderment churned within me. I found myself wondering—how on earth did he figure out that these specific, decadent comforts could act as a balm to soothe the scorching, restless anger that had been tearing through my chest all evening?As far as my memory served, I had never voiced that particular coping mechanism out loud to either of them. In fact, I had spent most of my time actively trying to push them away, seething with resentment for the way they had upended my life.Wait... could it have been Gerald?No. That didn't make any sense.I quickly dism
Lysander gently pushed open the door leading to their shared floor, his movements cautious yet deliberate as he navigated the quiet hallway.And when both of them decided to step inside, a flying lampshade that suddenly appeared right before their eyes disrupted the quiet atmosphere.Good thing both of their reflexes were sharp and quick, allowing them to instantly dodge the flying lampshade that came hurtling toward them out of nowhere.Shock was immediately written all over both of their faces, as neither of them had expected such an aggressive and hostile greeting."Fuck! Kitten!" Lucien shouted loudly, his voice echoing slightly in the room as he kept a tight, protective grip on the bottle of wine he was carrying."Damn! That almost hit my face, darling," Lysander commented smoothly, holding a box of chocolates securely against his chest with wide, startled eyes fixed entirely on Klein.Klein was standing right by the side of the bed, his expression cold and a fierce glare directe
Third Person POV Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room."F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of wha
I practically fly up each step of the stairs, desperate to catch up to him before it's too late.When I burst out of the building, I see dozens of students gathered together, each clutching the same dark red box he'd been given.I can see the mix of sorrow, anxiety, and terror in their eyes. They h
As soon as we step into our dorm, Sandro heads straight for the kitchen while I make my way to my bedroom to shower. After rinsing off and feeling somewhat human again, I walk out of my room in nothing but my boxers. Sandro’s already settled on the couch, a bottle of beer sitting on the coffee ta
Morning comes too soon, and I’m still lying in bed. I didn’t sleep at all last night my mind was too full of thoughts to rest. Now I have no energy to get up and attend the worthless classes this university forces on us.When you really think about it, what good are their lessons? What’s the point







