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The sunlight was barely crawling across the edges of the curtains when Camilla stirred. The room was quiet, unnervingly so. Her fingers brushed the warm spot beside her—a space Cyrus had occupied only hours ago. Now, it was empty. The sheets still held the faintest trace of his scent—clean soap, musk, and something uniquely him. But he was gone.

Camilla sat up slowly, wincing from the dull ache in her back. Her thoughts swirled around the nightmare from the night before—the way Cyrus had kicked her, unknowingly, lost in a dream of a past she had no access to. But it wasn’t the pain that lingered.

It was the sound of his voice.

“That’s my brother—he’s just a boy—DON’T TOUCH HIM!”

She chewed on her bottom lip, eyes narrowed in thought. Cyrus hadn’t said much about his past. He dodged questions, wore sarcasm like armor, and only ever let her see fragments of the man beneath the polished exterior.

But that nightmare? That had been raw. Terrifying. Real.

And there was one person who might
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  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   076

    The morning light filtered softly through the bathroom window as Camilla stepped into the bathroom, naked.The water was already running, steam curling around the edges of the glass as she stepped into the shower. She tilted her head back under the spray, eyes fluttering shut as warmth soaked into her skin.She didn’t hear him at first—Cyrus walking in. Not until she felt the cold air shift, the door sliding open.She turned her head just in time to see him step inside, naked and slow, like a storm approaching without warning.Their eyes met. “Cyrus?”He reached for her without a word, his hand sliding around the back of her neck, pulling her in. The kiss was immediate—wet, deep, possessive. Tongues tangling, teeth catching on lips. His hand slid lower, grabbing a fistful of her ass, squeezing like he needed to feel her in his palms.“You’re not playing fair,” he rasped against her mouth, voice hoarse and rough. “You walk around with that body like it doesn’t drive me fucking insane.

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   075

    It was late in the night, Cyrus laid on the bed with Camilla tucked into his arms. The room was silent save for the slow hum of their steady breathing. It wasn’t long before Cyrus’s breathing changed— erratic and ragged. His brows furrowed deeply, as if in pain. Jaw tight and clenched, as sweat formed on his face.His nightmares were back. Suddenly, he was no longer in the safety of the room. He was back at the old hostel he shared with his brother, Conan, during their school days.Rain hammered the roof, cold and relentless. Midnight’s darkness swallowed the world outside. Conan sneaked out of the room with a small bag slung over his shoulders. Cyrus followed him, dread pooling in his stomach.Then, he found himself in a bush, near a clifftop. It was pouring heavily and the floor beneath him was damp with mud and dirt. At the cliff edge, Conan stood with his back against Cyrus, unaware of being watched. But he wasn't alone. Facing him was a boy, who looked to be his age, but h

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   074

    Cyrus sat in the car with the engine running but unmoving, the rain smearing down the windshield like the past bleeding into the present.His fingers were tight around the steering wheel. He wasn’t sure if it was anger, regret, or exhaustion that made his chest ache more.He’d gone there thinking he could leave untouched. But her voice — cracked, frail, real — lingered.“I never wanted to become this… the mother you had to survive.”He closed his eyes. Camilla had been right. And maybe that’s what scared him the most — that someone could see right through the walls he’d built, and still want to stand there anyway.He pulled his phone from his pocket.Camilla was on his screen.He didn't call. He just stared for a long moment before setting it down and driving off into the rain.*****Katrina couldn't help the horror that washed over her face, “What? To who—?”Camilla took her time to explain to Katrina everything, from when she stabbed Louis to how she ended up in Cyrus's mansion.The

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   073

    The weather was cool and it was drizzling by the time Cyrus stepped out of the car, but the unease in his chest had nothing to do with the weather. He took out his umbrella and opened it.He stared at the hospital entrance, the glass doors reflecting a man he barely recognized. Camilla's words haunted him. “Not for her. Not even for me. For you. Pretend all you want, you know the truth, deep down.”His fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tightened. Every instinct told him to turn around. Walk away. Keep the armor on.But his foot had a mind of its own, and he’d promised her. And a promise to Camilla wasn’t something he wanted to risk breaking.The hallways smelled like antiseptic and something faintly floral. It made his stomach twist. Hospitals are least of places he'd want to stay. They reminded him of things he tried hard to forget — loss, helplessness, words unsaid.A nurse recognized him and offered a polite smile. “Room 309,” she said, almost too gently.He gave her a curt nod

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   072

    The room was bathed in soft light as the early morning rays peeked through the curtains. Camilla stretched out next to Cyrus, her cheeks rested against his chest, listening to the slow and even thud of his heart. He was silent, his fingers trailing the length of her spine in idle, peaceful and gentle strokes. The air was thick with the intimacy they shared, the kind that existed even without words.“What's going through your mind, right now?” Camilla broke the silence, her voice teasing and muffled against his chest.“How to take you again and again, until you're unable to get off the bed.” he teased, his voice near hoarse and throaty.Camilla's heart skipped, heat crawling down her spine.“Oh Cyrus, don't be a fiend.” “Congratulations, you've successfully turned me into one. I'm shamelessly a fiend, for you.”“Get off me!” She laughed, slightly hitting his chest.His lips carved up slightly, as his chest made a deep, low rumble. Not quite laughter — just the kind of sound only Cami

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   071

    Inside the room was silent, except for the steady and slow hum of Cyrus and Camilla’s breathing. Camilla was tucked by his side, their legs tangled as they faced each other—forehead pressed together.“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” Cyrus whispered, voice still wrecked, eyes lost in hers.Camilla brushed a kiss over his lips, smiling softly. “Neither did I. Not like this.”He kissed her again—slower this time, the kind of kiss that made her feel like he was trying to memorize her. But when their lips parted, her expression shifted, a quiet seriousness settling behind her gaze.Cyrus noticed immediately. He leaned back slightly, studying her face. “Angel?”She raised her soft gaze at him, meeting his blue worry-laced ones. “Do you trust me?”His brows furrowed, “Of course I do, why would you even ask that?”Camilla hesitated, then breathed, “I feel like you don’t.”Cyrus sat up slightly, his grip tightening on her wrists. “Don’t feel that way,” he said, firmly. “I do trust you,

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