Semua Bab PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M): Bab 71 - Bab 79

ETHAN’S POV The walk to the park had been torture.We moved side by side, but it felt like there was a canyon between us. Kai kept his hands clasped behind his back, pace slow and measured, matching my shorter strides without seeming to try. I kept stealing glances at him: the sharp line of his jaw, the way the wind tugged at his dark hair, the blank mask he’d worn since the pizza last night. Every time our eyes almost met I jerked mine away, heart racing like I’d been caught doing something unforgivable.Which, in a way, I had.The park wasn’t crowded. A few kids shrieked on the swings, a couple walked a dog, an old man fed pigeons. Normal life. It made the silence between us feel even heavier.“Should we get ice cream?” Kai asked suddenly, nodding toward the pastel-colored van parked under the oaks.The question was so ordinary it threw me. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”We walked over. I ordered vanilla with strawberry topping because my brain couldn’t handle decisions right now. The lady beh

ETHAN’S POV I woke up tasting salt and regret.The morning light slicing through the blinds felt like punishment. My eyes were swollen, crusty from crying all night, and I was still wearing Kai’s clothes: his oversized black T-shirt and the gray sweat-shorts that uses to smell like safety and now just smelled like goodbye.I hadn’t taken them off. I’d stumbled through the front door last night, ignored my dad’s startled “Ethan?” and locked myself in my room. Then I’d curled into a ball on the bed and cried until my throat was raw and my pillow was soaked. I kept checking my phone every thirty seconds, waiting for something, anything: a text, a call, a single word that said come back. But there was nothing. The screen stayed cruelly blank.He hadn’t followed me. He’d stood in that garage and watched me walk away without moving a muscle. Maybe he’d been relieved. Maybe the second I accused him of being a coward, maybe when I had looked him in the eye and used a cursed words.I dr

KAI’S POVThe apartment felt like a tomb.I stood in the middle of the living room, arms hanging useless at my sides, staring at the space that only yesterday had been filled with Ethan’s laughter, his bare feet padding across the floor, his soft voice calling my name from the kitchen. Now it was just silence and shadows. The morning light coming through the windows did nothing to warm the place. It only highlighted how empty it had become.At the end of the day, I always end up alone. That’s the one constant in my life. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want something different, I always end up here — standing in the wreckage of my own choices.And this time, it was entirely my fault.I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling shakily. Yesterday kept replaying in my head like a broken record. The way Ethan had looked at me when I came out of the shower — his eyes fixed on my chest, even though I’d covered the scar immediately. The way his heart had hammered against mine w

ETHAN'S POVMy eyes were heavy, burning with exhaustion, but when I finally forced them open, everything was wrong.Complete darkness swallowed me. No windows, no light. Just thick, suffocating black. My wrists burned where rough rope cut into my skin, and my ankles were bound so tightly to the chair legs that my feet had gone numb. I tried to move, but the ropes only dug deeper, sending sharp pain shooting up my arms.“W-what’s going on?” My voice came out small and trembling, barely louder than a whisper. “Hello? Somebody help me!”Silence answered. The kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums and made your own heartbeat sound like thunder.Panic clawed up my throat, as many questions ran through my head. Was I kidnapped? Why? I was nobody. I had nothing. Were they going to harvest my organs? Sell me? Kill me?Tears stung my eyes as I struggled harder against the ropes, twisting my wrists until the skin tore. It was useless. The knots were tight, professional. I tried

THE ENDSix months laterThe sun rose gently over Silver Bay, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Waves whispered against the shore in a steady, calming rhythm, as if the ocean itself had decided to grant them peace after everything they had endured.In a small white cottage with faded blue shutters, nestled just steps from the beach, Kai and Ethan had found their sanctuary.Kai stood barefoot in the kitchen, the morning light catching on the silver feather scar that now lay openly on his chest.No more silicone sheets, or heavy concealer. No more hiding. He wore only gray sweatpants, his body still strong but softer around the edges from a life no longer defined by violence. A faint scar from the warehouse fight remained on his side, but it had healed well.He was making coffee — real coffee this time, not the burnt disaster he used to serve. The smell of fresh pancakes and strawberries filled the air.Ethan padded in from the bedroom, hair messy, wearing one of Kai’s old