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Theo Cassian POV

“Do you ever get cold?” I ask, trying and failing to sound casual.

We’re inside the apartment, and Vincent is… barely dressed. Just boxer briefs and his usual chains glinting against his skin like they belong there.

At first, it was just shirts he abandoned. He kept his pants on, at least. Back then, I thought that alone was dangerous enough.

I didn’t realize I was still playing on easy mode.

Because now? Now he’s escalated.

Three days ago, the pants disappeared completely. Sin
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  • The Way He Looked at Me   142

    He closes the distance in a few steps, but it feels like time breaks apart while he does it. Like the hallway stretches just to trap me inside this moment.When he’s close enough to touch, he turns slightly away.And lifts a hand.Slowly.Like he’s remembering something.He reaches behind his head.Ties his hair.Except he doesn’t put it in.He pulls the band free instead.Black. Simple. Familiar.Then he looks back at me.And offers it.Just like that.My brain short-circuits.I take it without thinking. Fingers numb. Heart hammering so hard I swear it’s audible.“What… is this?” I manage.Theo doesn’t answer right away.Instead, he steps closer again.Takes my wrist.And slides the hair tie onto it.Deliberate.Careful.Like he’s placing something that belongs there.M

  • The Way He Looked at Me   141

    That look.The kind that came from somewhere below language. "Walking you to your room."I turned and started down the hallway before my face could do something I'd regret.This hotel was one of my favorites black and white checkered floors, low dramatic lighting, the kind of moody elegance that felt borrowed from a different era. The corridor was wide enough for three people shoulder to shoulder.With Theo directly behind me, it felt like a corridor built for one.I found my room number, stopped, and reached back for my bag.He didn't hand it over immediately.I turned around.He was closer than I'd registered close enough that I had to tilt my chin slightly to meet his eyes. He was looking at me with that expression he'd been wearing all evening the one I couldn't parse, the one that lived in the contested territory between anger and something rawer and less safe."Theo." My voice ca

  • The Way He Looked at Me   140

    Congratulations, Captain. Now step down quietly, or what I know about your goalie goes public by midnight. Silence pressed through the bus like a held breath no one dared release. “Alright. That settles it. Cassian stays captain of the Silverfang until further notice.” A few nods. No argument. No hesitation. But my mind wasn’t on any of it. “Why did you do that?” I finally asked, eyes fixed on the road as I drove toward St. Joseph’s Women’s Hospital. My grip tightened on the wheel. “Was it because ” “I didn’t do it because I love you.” The words hit like a clean strike to the chest. Not a crack. A full collapse. Something inside me didn’t just break it scattered, fine and irretrievable, like glass turned to dust. And the worst part? The way he said it so casually. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. Except I did feel it. That was the sick, unbearable part. I

  • The Way He Looked at Me   139

    She appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her face had done something complicated surprise folding into something softer and more careful. "Theodore." Her voice was different now. Quieter. "There's someone here for you." I stood slowly. "Who?" She hesitated just a half-second, just enough and stepped aside. And my heart stopped completely. Because it wasn't Theo. It was his mother. Theo Cassian pov Dallas was eating us alive. One goal down since the first period, and we were falling apart in real time scrambling, sloppy, yelling at each other across the ice like a high school team that hadn't practiced in a month. Coach was on the sideline with his eyes practically leaving his skull. Jasper our captain, the man who was supposed to be holding this together was somewhere else entirely in his head. I wasn't much better. Because Vincent was in goal. Vincent my Vincent, though he didn't know that yet and might never was standing between the pipes while some of the most d

  • The Way He Looked at Me   138

    He was at the stove when I came out of my room. Back turned, shoulders relaxed no tension that I could read, no storm gathering. Give it a minute, I told myself. It's coming. "Morning." He didn't look up. "Made eggs. Want some?" "Thanks." I sounded like a man who'd swallowed gravel. I cast around for the standard morning pleasantry. Eventually: "Sleep okay?" He turned. His eyes hit me open and honest and so painfully unguarded that my chest did something I didn't authorize. "Not really," he said simply. "Lot to process. And I was worried about you." "I'm fine." He didn't believe me. He smiled anyway slower than usual, eyes closing more than normal, lids a little pink and heavier than they should have been. I did that. I made him look like that. Something violent moved through me. He plated the toast with quiet precision, selected the two best eggs sunny-side up, yolk centered, whites even and slid them across the spatula onto the bread like it mattered. Like I mattered. Ha

  • The Way He Looked at Me   137

    My mind scrambles backward. That was before I ever said anything out loud. Before I even knew what I was to myself. Theo nods once. “Yeah. In his car. Right after I told him. That was the first thing out of his mouth.” His gaze sharpens on me. “He already knew about you, Vin.” A chill crawls up my spine. “And it’s the only thing he ever asked of me,” Theo continues. “The only boundary. Don’t mess with you.” I shake my head slightly. “That doesn’t ” “It does,” he cuts in, voice lower now. He looks away like it hurts to hold my eyes. “Because he knows me. Knows where I come from. Knows what I’m capable of when things get complicated.” A pause. Then it lands. “He thinks I’m not good enough for you.” The words hit like something heavy and sharp at the same time. “I’ll ruin it,” Theo says quietly. “I’ll mess it up. I’ll hurt you.” My chest tightens as if the air just turned solid. “You wanted to know what Nate is to me?” he asks after a beat. I don’t answer. Theo exhales. “

  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 19

    Tyler Bennett pov I’ve never been this wired to travel in my life. Not for the flight. Not for the landing. Not for the bus, the hotel, any of it. Every mile closer feels like a countdown.Ever since Moretti told me what happens to boys like me, the words have lived under my skin.I haven’t gone a

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 16

    What the fuck are those?” I blurt before I can stop myself.He doesn’t look at me, gaze fixed a few inches to my left. “They’re pajamas, Bennett. Sleepwear. To avoid making others uncomfortable.”“Hate to break it to you, bud, but those aren’t pajamas. They’re jammies.”He says nothing, but a tiny

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 15

    Luca Moretti povShort story: I owe Tyler Bennett ten thousand dollars. And I hate it.Not to shame anyone, but when you insist on parading around hotel rooms in nothing but tight boxer briefs and the sluttiest, most distracting socks known to man…this is the exact shit that happens.It wasn’t just

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  • The Way He Looked at Me   Chapter 12

    Tyler Bennett povOne of the most mortifying moments of my life happened years ago nineteen, stupid, and lying half-naked on a doctor’s table because I’d decided, for reasons I still can’t explain, to go commando on the day my groin decided to swell like a warning sign from hell.I didn’t think abo

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