Semua Bab Twisted Desires: My Brother's Best friend: Bab 101 - Bab 110

AvaThe rain pattered softly against the windows as Marcel and I moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner. The aroma of spices filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere despite the storm outside.My phone buzzed on the counter, and I quickly wiped my hands before picking it up."Hey, Caspian," I answered, a smile already tugging at my lips."Hey, beautiful," his voice came through, warm and familiar. "I was thinking of taking you on a date... Season 2 of my favorite movie is out in theaters. How about we catch it together tonight?"My heart fluttered. "I would love that."Marcel, overhearing the conversation, leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Mind if I tag along, Caspian?"Caspian hissed on the other end. "Sorry, Marcel. This one is just for Ava and me."I felt my cheeks heat up as Marcel playfully rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Enjoy your date."Caspian's voice softened. "I will pick you up at seven?""Perfect," I replied, trying to suppress the giddy excitement bubbling inside m

Ava"I’m back," I said softly as I walked into the kitchen, the familiar scent of stew and spices wrapping around me like a warm hug. I leaned in and kissed my mum on the cheek.She turned to me, her face glowing with a soft smile. "Welcome, darling."I smiled back. There was something comforting about seeing her like this—at peace, relaxed. She didn’t go to work anymore, not like before. Thanks to Caspian, she didn’t have to. He’d taken care of so much behind the scenes, and it gave her the rest she deserved."I’ll be upstairs," I told her gently.She nodded, and I left her to finish cooking while I made my way to my room.Upstairs, I slipped into my favorite oversized hoodie, tied my hair up in a lazy bun, grabbed a bag of chips and my glasses, and got comfy on the bed with my laptop. I had a poem to update. Writing had always been my escape, my expression. Whenever the world felt too loud, I let my fingers speak for me.Music flowed through my ears, those soft indie instrumentals,

AvaI met Caspian when I was still in high school, but back then, I only knew him as Marcel’s mysterious new friend.It all started when Marcel had just entered college. He was still finding his footing, juggling lectures and late-night study sessions when Caspian appeared, almost like a scene from a movie.According to Marcel, he was sitting alone in the library when a guy walked straight up to him and said, "Hey, I need a new friend. I’ve been watching you, and I think you’d be a good match."At first, Marcel thought it was a prank. I mean, who does that? Just walks up to someone and drops a friendship proposal like a business pitch. Especially not when they weren’t even in the same major. Caspian was studying something way different—finance, I think—while Marcel was focused on engineering.But there was something about him. His confidence. The way he looked at Marcel like he had made up his mind and wasn’t taking no for an answer. So, maybe out of curiosity or boredom—or maybe beca

CaspianHe led me to the ambulance and told the medics to watch over me. I sat on the cold metal step, surrounded by coughing strangers wrapped in blankets. But I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t hear anything. My eyes were fixed on him.The firefighter was strapping his gear back on, preparing to enter again. But then I noticed something. Other officers—some of them his own team—grabbed at his arms."Logan, it’s not safe in there!" one of them barked. "We swept that floor twice—there’s no one left!""He’s just a kid," another said. "He’s confused. You’ve done enough."But the firefighter—Logan, I guess that was his name—turned and looked straight at me. Our eyes met. I was still crying, still shaking, but I nodded at him. Begged him silently to believe me.He looked back at the other men and said, his voice strong and firm, "This boy swears his mother is still inside. I won’t let a child wonder ‘what if’ for the rest of his life."And before anyone could stop him, he went back in.

CaspianBeep… beep… beep…The sound dragged me back from the darkness. Slow. Reluctant.Something tugged at my arm. My throat was dry. My body felt like lead—heavy and broken. There was a tightness around my chest, a dull ache crawling across my ribs, and a harsh sting on my forehead. Tubes. Tapes. Monitors. The scent of disinfectant flooded my nose, and the sharp chill of air conditioning brushed against my skin.My eyes blinked open—barely.White lights. Pale ceiling tiles. A soft humming from machines I couldn’t name.There was an IV drip attached to my left hand, taped down. Wires ran across my chest, leading to a monitor that blinked in a steady rhythm. A nasal cannula looped under my nose, hissing softly with each breath. I was… alive.I shouldn’t be.Why the hell am I still alive?Regret hit harder than the pain. I stared up at the ceiling, jaw clenched, forcing air through my nose as tears prickled at the corners of my eyes.Then—"Caspian?"The voice was a whisper, trembling