INICIAR SESIÓNThe air between them is still warm from the embrace.Marcella’s fingers remain curled into Lucas’ shirt, like she’s afraid if she lets go, something will break again. Lucas doesn’t move either. His chin rests lightly against her hair, his breathing slowly evening out, but his mind… his mind is far from calm.Around them, the classroom is no longer silent.There are whispers, low murmurs, eyes watching and judging.And one pair of eyes in particular…burning.Albert Morrison is standing at the door.He had come back.No one notices at first, not properly. The attention in the room is locked on the couple in the center…..the emotional reunion, the confession, the drama.But Albert sees everything, every detail.The way Marcella clings to Lucas.The way Lucas holds her like she belongs to him.The way she looks at him… like he’s her whole world.Something dark flickers across Albert’s face.His jaw tightens slowly… dangerously.His hand curls into a fist at his side, knuckles whitenin
~LUCAS~I'm walking angrily back to the classroom, instead of attending my other lecture.By the time I reach the classroom door, I’m not thinking straight.My chest is tight.My jaw aches from how hard I’ve been clenching it.Coward.The word keeps echoing in my head.But it’s not just that.It’s her.It's Marcella at Xavier's house, putting herself in danger for me, and not telling me.I push the door open harder than necessary.It slams lightly against the stopper.A few heads turn, but I don’t care.My eyes find her instantly.She’s sitting there, exactly where I left her.But something is different.She looks… shaken.Like something already happened.My steps are heavy as I walk toward her….fat, purposeful, and dangerously controlled.“Marcella.”My voice cuts through the air.She looks up immediately, and the moment our eyes meet…she freezes.“Lucas…?”There’s hesitation in her voice, and that alone sets me off.“Stand up,” I tell her.Her brows knit s
~LUCAS~The hallway is quieter than usual.Most students are either in class or heading out.I adjust my bag slightly on my shoulder, walking toward the lecture hall.Marcella’s voice is still in my head.‘I don’t trust him.’I exhale softly.“She worries too much,” I mutter under my breath.But even as I say it, something doesn’t feel right.I slow down slightly as the feeling grows.Like I’m being watched.Then…..“Lucas.”It's an unfamiliar voice.I stop, and my shoulders tense instantly.I turn slowly to see two unfamiliar faces staring at me.“Who are you??” I ask them.They smirk before walking closer to me.“Xavier sent us to pass a message across to you, bastard,” one of them say.The mention of Xavier's name makes my jaw tightens, and I wonder why he's not here by himself, and why he sent the two guys staring at me sternly.The other guy walks to the wall and leans casually against the wall like he has all the time in the world.“I was wondering when
~MARCELLA~The moment Lucas disappears through the door, the air changes.It’s subtle, but I feel it.Like something just… shifted.I don’t even realize I’m staring at the door until Stephanie nudges me again.“Relax,” she says lightly. “He’s not going to war, he’s going to a lecture.”“I know,” I murmur.But my chest still feels tight….too tight.Stephanie stretches. “I’m going to grab a drink. You want anything?”I shake my head. “No, I’ll just wait here.”“Suit yourself, lover girl,” she teases me.She grabs her bag and walks off, leaving me alone in the classroom.Alone.And the second I realize that, my stomach drops.Because I’m not really alone.A chair scrapes, slow and deliberate.I don’t need to look up to know who it is.My fingers curl slightly against the desk.“Marcella.”His voice is calm….too calm.I inhale slowly before lifting my gaze.Albert is standing right in front of me now, and he's close….too close.“Albert,” I say, keeping my voice ste
~MARCELLA~I squeeze Lucas’ hand lightly because he's all mine.Stephanie claps once, satisfied.“Okay, I approve,” she declares like a judge passing a final verdict.“Let’s sit before the lecturer throws us out,” I say, still smiling.The three of us start walking toward our seats together, Stephanie still talking, Lucas occasionally responding, and me just… soaking it in.This feels normal, happy and safe.“You two are actually disgusting, by the way,” Stephanie suddenly mutters, folding her arms dramatically.I blink. “What?”“The hand holding? The soft smiles? The whole ‘we’re in love and glowing’ thing? Yeah, I hate it.”Lucas lets out a quiet laugh beside me. “You’re just jealous.”“Jealous?” she scoffs. “Please. I could get a boyfriend in ten minutes if I wanted.”“Then why don’t you?” I tease, raising a brow.She pauses… then shrugs. “Because I enjoy peace.”Lucas chuckles. “Translation: no one is good enough.”Stephanie flips her hair. “Exactly.”I shake
~MARCELLA~Albert is walking towards us so fast, and the crowd gets louder.‘Here we go…’'Drama…’‘Oh my God, it’s about to start…’’ someone whispers behind me.“Isn’t that Albert?” another voice adds, excitement rising.Albert stops right in front of us, and without a word, he grabs my arm….trying to pull me away.“No,” I say immediately, stopping him.My voice is calm, but firm, and his grip loosens slightly.His fingers linger for a second longer than necessary… like he’s reluctant to let go. Like he doesn’t want to lose control.He stares at me, then laughs….a low, disbelieving chuckle.“I knew it,” he mutters. “I knew that ‘other friend’ was around at your house…. seeing that you came to school together on a Monday morning.”I straighten, and flash a smile at him.“Lucas is not ‘some other’ friend.”I lift my chin slightly. “He’s my boyfriend. My lover. My world.”The crowd gasps.“And you will not disrespect him,” I add.Albert’s smirk returns…slow and da
~MARCELLA~“Hello?”Lucas’s voice comes through the phone.And my brain completely shuts down.Every single word I planned to say evaporates instantly like smoke.My mouth opens… but nothing comes out.I sit there frozen, staring at the phone pressed against my ear as if it sud
~LUCAS~Stella's the last person I expected to see in my house.For a moment, I genuinely think I'm imagining things.“You finally came home. I've been waiting for you.”The room goes very still after Stella says that.For a moment I just stare at her, trying to process w
~LUCAS~I can't resist Marcella when she is staring at me with those cute puppy eyes, after asking me to unzip her dress.Those eyes should honestly be illegal.Big. Soft. Slightly unfocused from the alcohol, yet still dangerously aware of what she’s doing to me.She t
~LUCAS~The engine runs smoothly beneath my palms as I pull away from the venue, but my mind doesn’t. The city lights smear across the windshield as I drive, and the silence inside the car feels alive. Charged. Tight.Marcella shifts beside me.She isn't clumsy, nor sle







