Masuk~FIORELLA~I can’t sit still, and I try hard.God knows I try.But it lasts barely ten seconds before I’m up again, pacing from one end of the room to the other like something is clawing at my insides.I hear the sound of my footsteps, but it doesn’t quiet the noise in my head.Nothing does.Not the shower I took. Not the food I forced myself to eat even though I could barely taste it. Not the silence.Especially not the silence.I stop in the middle of the room and press my lips together, exhaling slowly.This is ridiculous.I shouldn’t feel like this. I don’t feel like this.Not over anyone. Not over him. And yet….My jaw tightens as I drag a hand through my hair, turning sharply and resuming my pacing again…. back and forth, then back and forth again.Like I’m trying to outrun something that refuses to stay behind me.His voice….that’s what it is.The way it cracked just slightly when he asked me if I had any idea how humiliating that was.The way he looked
~FIORELLA~I have seen Lucas irritated.I have seen him sharp-tongued, cold, dismissive, even borderline cruel when he wants to be.But I have never…never….seen him like that.Not like the man who just walked away from me.Not like the one whose voice shook despite how hard he tried to control it. Not like the one whose eyes burned with something so raw, so unfiltered, it didn’t even look like anger anymore.It looked… personal.And that realization sits heavy in my chest as I remain where he left me, my back still against the wall, the faint warmth of where his hand had been braced beside my head lingering longer than it should.I exhale slowly, and for a moment, I don’t move.Because I’m trying to understand what just happened.Trying to process the way he snapped, the way he looked at me like I had done something far worse than twist a presentation.My lips press together.I crossed the line.The thought comes quietly, but it settles deep.I did, and I know it
~LUCAS~Fiorella is trapped, and pinned to the wall, but her eyes don’t leave mine, not even for a second.And that…more than anything else…pushes something volatile deeper under my skin.Because she’s not flinching….not anymore.That brief flicker of surprise, of fear… it’s gone now, and completely wiped clean like it never existed. In its place is that same composure she always wears. That same maddening control.Like I didn’t just corner her. Like she didn’t just tear me apart in front of a room full of people.My jaw tightens.“Do you have any idea,” I start, my voice low but shaking at the edges despite my effort to keep it steady, “how humiliating that was?”She blinks once, and then her brows draw together just slightly, her lips parting like she’s genuinely confused.“Humiliating?” she repeats softly, and then tilts her head just a fraction. “Did I do something to upset you?”For a second, I just stare at her.Because there’s no way. There’s no actual
~LUCAS~No!!!No, that didn’t just happen.For a second, I’m convinced I misheard her.“I won’t be needing the projector.”My brain rejects it immediately. Flat-out refuses to process it. Because that would mean…That would mean Fiorella just stood in front of an entire room full of students and dismissed the presentation we worked on…. together.“No,” I mutter under my breath, barely audible, my gaze locked on her back. “That’s… no. That’s not possible.”It has to be some kind of mistake. It has to be some kind of setup. Or it has to be a joke.Yeah. That’s what it is. A joke.Except then she keeps talking.“I didn’t prepare any slides. That’s more for… nerdy people. Or people who like to do too much.”And the room laughs.The room actually laughs.My fingers curl slowly against the edge of the desk beside me as the words settle in. As they sink in deep enough to burn.She didn’t just ignore the slides. She mocked them, and mocked me.My jaw tightens so hard it
~FIORELLA~I hate that I’m impressed.I hate it more than anything else I’m feeling right now.Because Lucas doesn’t just present….he commands.I stand there, arms folded loosely, chin slightly lifted, watching him move through the room like he owns it. Like the space bends to him. Like every word he says is something these students didn’t know they needed… until now.And the worst part?They’re eating it up. Every single one of them.I watch the shift happen in real time….the distracted ones sitting up straighter, the bored ones suddenly interested, the ones who came here just to pass time now scribbling like their lives depend on it.He’s good.No….He’s very good.My jaw tightens just a fraction because he went first.Because now I have to follow that.Because if I don’t outdo him, even slightly, even subtly… then what?They’ll compare.Of course they will. And I don’t lose comparisons.Not here. Not ever.My gaze sharpens on him as he continues speaking, paci
~LUCAS~“Good morning, once again,” I begin, my voice steady but less rigid now. “If you are here, it means you chose law. Or perhaps… law chose you.”“But what is law, really? Is it rules? Statutes? Courtrooms?”“Or is it something else entirely?” I add. “Because the truth is….law is not just what is written. It’s how it is used.”“Before we proceed,” I say, my voice steady, measured, “I want to ask you something.”The room is quiet, waiting, and attentive.I let my gaze sweep across the students, slower this time. Not scanning like before. Not analyzing exits or corners.I'm actually looking at them now.“How many of you chose law because you were told it’s a powerful career?”A few hands go up, hesitant and uncertain. And I nod slightly.“And how many of you chose it because you believe you can make a difference?”More hands this time. Some go up faster. Some are higher.There’s a shift in the room. It's small, but noticeable.I take a step away from the de
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap
Alessandro stands in the middle of his father’s office, tall and impassive, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins prominent, tattoos peeking at his wrists. The room is thick with tension.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sits
~ELENA~I walk toward Nico, grab him by his collar and crash my lips against his, kissing him hard and passionately.The kiss is hot, hungry…and for a moment, the kiss is all there is.Nico groans low in my throat, his hands immediately going to my waist as he pulls me clos





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