Ethan had only meant to use the bathroom. He wasn't expecting to run into anyone, much less Lucas, who stormed out with an expression that was both dark and mesmerizing. Lucas's strikingly beautiful appearance made a lasting impression on anyone who glanced his way. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his deep, captivating eyes, which seemed to hold an unsettling blend of allure and menace. Those eyes had a way of drawing people in, yet at the same time, they made them want to look away, as if they were staring into something dangerous.
Before Ethan could fully grasp what was happening, Lucas barreled past him, roughly shoving him aside. Ethan stumbled, his thin frame easily thrown off balance. His thick glasses nearly slipped off his nose, and he hastily adjusted them, heart racing from the sudden encounter.
As Ethan took a moment to steady himself, his fingers trembling slightly as they fixed his glasses back in place, he couldn't help but notice the magnetic beauty of Lucas's face, even though it was marred by an unsettling cruelty that flashed across it. The beauty of Lucas's eyes, so mesmerizing and intense, was overshadowed by the fear his reputation and his own bullying behavior elicited. For all his physical allure, the company he kept and his actions instilled a deep sense of apprehension in those around him.
Ethan adjusted his glasses, his fingers still trembling from the encounter. He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "A little politeness wouldn't hurt." His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with a mix of frustration and nervousness. He knew better than to confront Lucas directly; the danger and unpredictability surrounding him made any direct confrontation risky. Despite the unsettling beauty of Lucas's eyes, which seemed to promise both allure and danger, Ethan's comment was his way of coping with the intimidation he felt in Lucas's presence.
Taking a deep breath, Ethan tried to shake off the lingering fear as he made his way to the bathroom. But as the door creaked open, his unease only deepened. His eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. Dimitri was sprawled out next to the toilet, his face bruised and streaked with blood seeping from a gash on his forehead. The scene was both alarming and distressing, a stark reminder of the kind of brutality that lurked in the shadows of their school.
Ethan hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew who Lucas was—everyone did. The stories, the rumors, the dangerous friends he kept close—they were enough to make anyone think twice about getting involved. But as Dimitri groaned softly, his pain evident, Ethan felt something stronger than fear: compassion.
Ethan's feet moved before his mind fully caught up, carrying him toward Dimitri. He crouched beside him, his bony knees digging into the tiled floor. "Hey, are you okay?" Ethan's voice was soft, cautious, as if he might spook Dimitri further.
Dimitri blinked at him, surprise flickering in his eyes at the kindness in Ethan's tone. "I'm fine," he muttered, trying to brush off the concern, but the pain was evident in his strained expression. Ethan wasn't sure what to do—he wasn't strong or tough, but he couldn't just leave Dimitri here alone.
"Let me help you," Ethan said, his resolve strengthening as he extended a hand. Dimitri hesitated for a brief moment, as if weighing his options, before taking it. With Ethan's support, he shakily got to his feet, nearly stumbling before Ethan caught him again.
As they left the bathroom, Ethan couldn't shake the lingering image of Lucas's cold, captivating eyes. The memory gnawed at him, and before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out.
"Did Lucas do this to you? Do you want me to tell a teacher?"
For a moment, silence filled the air between them. Dimitri didn't respond immediately; instead, he turned his gaze on Ethan, his eyes suddenly icy and piercing. It was a look that made Ethan's stomach twist with unease, the air around them growing heavier as a shiver ran down his spine.
Dimitri just stared at him, cold and unblinking, as if considering something far beyond Ethan's understanding. The longer the silence stretched, the more Ethan regretted asking. He felt a surge of panic, wondering if he had overstepped, if he had somehow triggered something dangerous.
Ethan's mouth went dry, and he quickly averted his eyes, mumbling, "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have asked." The fear was unmistakable in his voice, and his grip on Dimitri's arm loosened, his confidence shaken.
Finally, Dimitri broke the silence, but not with the icy dismissal Ethan had feared. Instead, he let out a soft, almost resigned sigh. "Let it go," he said, his voice steady and composed, but with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. "Lucas isn't worth the trouble, and neither is this. I'll handle it."
There was no anger, no fear in Dimitri's tone—just a firm decision, as if he was used to dealing with far more than a schoolyard bully. Ethan nodded quickly, deciding it was best to drop the subject. Whatever had happened between Dimitri and Lucas was something he didn't want to get involved in.
After their brief exchange, Ethan helped Dimitri to the nurse's office. The nurse quickly took over, guiding Dimitri to a chair and assessing his injuries with practiced efficiency. She cleaned the cut on his forehead, applied some antiseptic, and carefully bandaged the wound. As she worked, she glanced at Ethan, who hovered nearby, still worried.
"Looks like you had a rough time again," the nurse said gently to Dimitri, her hands moving quickly as she patched him up. "You'll be okay, but you need to take it easy for a while."
Dimitri offered her a faint, appreciative smile, but his eyes remained distant, as if his thoughts were far from the small, sterile office they were in. Once she finished, the nurse handed Dimitri an ice pack for the bruises on his face and gave him a final once-over.
"Thank you," Dimitri said quietly, his voice regaining some of its usual composure. He glanced at Ethan, who still looked uneasy. "I'll be fine now."
Ethan nodded, though the concern hadn't entirely left his face. "If you need anything, just let me know," he offered, his voice sincere.
Dimitri gave a slight nod, his expression softening just a fraction. "I appreciate that," he said, though there was still an undercurrent of control in his tone, as if he was already planning his next move, already thinking about how to handle things from here on out.
As Dimitri lay back on the bed, he felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He pulled out his sleek, black phone, and after ensuring no one could overhear, he dialed a number with a familiarity that came from years of careful practice.
The line clicked, and a voice immediately answered, waiting for his command.
"Kane Blackwood," Dimitri began, his voice a low, commanding whisper. "I want a full investigation. Discreet. Leave no stone unturned."
There was a pause, followed by the voice on the other end affirming the order. Dimitri's eyes narrowed as he continued, his tone dropping even further. "I want to know everything—his history, his associates, any weaknesses. And if he's stepped out of line… you know what to do."
The response was quick and precise, the kind of efficiency Dimitri had come to expect. Just as he was about to end the call, the voice on the other end hesitated for a moment before adding, "Your elder brother has been calling, sir. He says it's urgent."
Dimitri's expression tightened slightly with animosity ,though he remained composed. "I'll deal with him later," he replied, his tone unyielding. "Focus on Blackwood first. I want results."
The voice on the other end quickly affirmed the order before Dimitri ended the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened. He stared up at the ceiling, the sterile whiteness of the room doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside him.
As Lucas sat down in his usual seat, he could feel the eyes of his classmates lingering on him, though none dared to meet his gaze directly. The whispers about him were constant, but he had long since learned to tune them out. Today was no different. There was a test scheduled, and while some students were nervously flipping through their notes, Lucas sat back, a quiet confidence radiating from him.
The Maths teacher,Mrs Hammond, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tone, passed out the papers with a stern expression. "You have one hour," she announced, glancing briefly at Lucas before moving on. There was a challenge in her eyes, but Lucas simply took the test without a word.
The questions were straightforward, but the material was complex—designed to trip up anyone who hadn't paid close attention in class. But Lucas was smart, far smarter than he let on. He didn't need to review notes or stress over the details. His mind worked quickly, processing the information and applying it with ease.
As he began to fill in the answers, his pen moved swiftly, barely pausing as he worked through the problems one by one. His thoughts were clear, sharp, cutting through the questions with precision. To him, this test was nothing more than a minor obstacle, a distraction from the more pressing matters that occupied his mind.
Within twenty minutes, Lucas was done. He set his pen down and leaned back, casually glancing around the room. His classmates were still struggling, their faces tense with concentration, their hands gripping their pens tightly as they tried to make sense of the questions.
Lucas's expression remained neutral as he caught the teacher's eye. She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised at how quickly he had finished. But Lucas simply gave her a faint, almost indifferent smile as he stood up and walked to the front of the room to turn in his paper.
The teacher took the test from him, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. But Lucas was as composed as ever. He knew he had aced it. As he returned to his seat, he could feel the subtle tension in the air. The others were still working, still trying to figure out the answers he had already mastered.
Lucas leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting away from the test. He wasn't concerned about the results—he never was. His mind was already moving on to other things, far more interesting and challenging than the test in front of him.
When the hour had let up and after Mrs.Hammond collected the last of the test paper, the bell had finally rang for the next period. She turned to Lucas.
"Lucas," she called out softly before . "A moment, please."
He paused, turning back to face her with a blank expression. There was no curiosity or concern in his eyes, just a cool indifference that made her uneasy.
"You did well on this test," she began, choosing her words carefully. "In fact, you've been doing exceptionally well in Math overall. I wanted to ask if you'd consider joining the Math club. I think you'd be a valuable addition."
Lucas stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her offer. To anyone else, this might seem like an opportunity, a chance to connect with others or excel even further. But to Lucas, it was something else entirely.
A club meant socializing, dealing with people on a more personal level—something that bored him to no end. The thought of spending more time around others, pretending to care about their struggles with equations and theorems, felt like a waste of his time. He had no interest in helping others or being part of any group.
But there was something about the way Mrs.Hammond looked at him, as if she was trying to figure him out, that made Lucas want to play along, if only to see where it might lead. A small, almost predatory smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Math club?" he repeated, his tone light but with a hint of something darker lurking beneath. "I appreciate the offer, Ms. Riley. But I don't really see the point. I've already mastered the material, and honestly, I don't think it would be much of a challenge for me."
Ms. Riley frowned slightly, sensing that there was more to his words than just arrogance. "It's not just about the challenge, Lucas. It's about applying your skills, working with others—"
"Working with others?" Lucas cut her off, his smile widening, though his eyes remained cold. "That's not really my thing. I prefer to work alone. But thank you for the offer I'll think about it."
Before she could respond, Lucas turned on his heel and walked back to his seat, his interest in the conversation already waning. Mrs.Hammond watched him go, feeling a shiver of unease. There was something about that boy that felt… off. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
As the hours ticked by, the rest of the school day became a monotonous blur for Lucas. Everything blending into a dull hum that barely registered in his mind. Everything felt slow, painfully predictable. He was stuck in a routine that held no interest for him, trapped in a place where nothing challenged him, where every face was a reminder of the boredom that gnawed at him from the inside.
He glanced around the room, eyes flicking over his classmates without really seeing them. The lessons droned on—history, science, English—each one more tedious than the last. Lucas's thoughts drifted, his mind wandering far from the classroom, far from the hollow faces around him.
The only thing that might have added a spark of interest was Dimitri, but his seat remained empty. Lucas had half-expected to see him limp back into class, bruised and battered, but Dimitri was nowhere to be seen. The absence only confirmed Lucas's suspicion that Dimitri had gone home to recover, leaving Lucas to endure the tedium alone.
His mind began to wander, imagining what Dimitri might be doing.
The thought was fleeting, and Lucas's attention soon returned to the clock on the wall, its hands ticking agonizingly slow. He tapped his fingers on the desk, the rhythmic sound the only thing keeping him tethered to the present moment. Everything around him felt colorless, drained of life, and the absence of anything interesting only deepened the sense of frustration building inside him.
He couldn't wait for the day to end.
The final bell rang, snapping Lucas out of his bored stupor. He wasted no time, gathering his things with the practiced ease of someone eager to escape. The day had dragged on far too long, and the thought of finally being free from the suffocating confines of the school filled him with a brief sense of relief.
He maneuvered through the crowded hallways, his pace quick and deliberate. He wasn't in the mood for any of his so-called friends, least of all Kane.
As he moved through the throngs of students, Lucas kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might try to talk to him. He could sense Kane somewhere behind him, his presence like a shadow that refused to be shaken off. Lucas sped up, weaving through the crowd with an almost predatory grace, his only thought being to get out of there and away from Kane.
But Kane was relentless.
Just as Lucas turned a corner, he felt a strong hand grab his arm, yanking him off course. Before he could react, Kane had pulled him into an empty classroom, the door shutting behind them with a definitive click.
"Where do you think you're going, Lucas?" Kane's voice was low, simmering with barely controlled anger. His grip on Lucas's arm was tight, his knuckles white from the force of it.
Lucas jerked his arm away, his expression twisted into one of irritation. "Let go of me, Kane."
Kane didn't budge, his dark eyes locking onto Lucas with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. "You've been avoiding me all day. What's going on?"
Lucas glared at him, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "I've had enough of this, Kane. You're suffocating me."
For a moment, Kane's face twisted with something like hurt, but it quickly morphed into a darkervlook. "Suffocating you? I'm just trying to be close to you, Lucas. You know how I feel about you."
Lucas's lip curled in disdain. "I don't care how you feel. You're to much today."
Kane's expression darkened, and he took a step closer, forcing Lucas to back up until he was pressed against the wall. "Too much? You think I'm just going to let you walk away from me?" There was a dangerous edge to his voice, something unhinged lurking just beneath the surface.
Lucas met Kane's gaze, his own eyes narrowing in defiance. "What are you going to do, Kane? Force me to stay? You can't control me."
Kane's hand shot out, slamming against the wall next to Lucas's head, making him flinch. The room was filled with a tense silence, the only sound being the heavy breaths they both were taking.
"You think you can just push me aside like everyone else?" Kane's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that sent a chill down Lucas's spine. "You belong to me, Lucas. Don't ever forget that."
Lucas forced a smirk onto his face, though it felt hollow. "Is that supposed to scare me?"
Kane's gaze softened slightly, but the intensity remained. "I don't want to scare you. I just want you to understand that I won't let anyone come between us. No one."
Lucas's smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "You're delusional if you think I belong to anyone."
Kane's jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving Lucas's. For a moment, it seemed like he might snap, but instead, he pulled back, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm himself.
"You think you can just walk away from this?" Kane's voice was cold, almost emotionless. "Do you have any idea what would happen if you tried to leave me, Lucas?"
Lucas crossed his arms, trying to appear unaffected, though the fear was beginning to gnaw at the edges of his composure. "I don't belong to you, Kane. You don't own me."
Kane's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Oh, but I do. You see, Lucas, you know too much about me, about my family. You've seen things, done things with me that no one else has. If you leave, I can't let you walk away with all those secrets. You know what we do, what we're capable of." His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with a dark promise. "If you try to leave, you won't just be risking your own life—you'll be putting everyone you care about in danger. And we both know you wouldn't want that, would you?"
Lucas felt his dark urges bubbling forth.. "Are you threatening me, Kane?"
Kane took a step closer, his eyes boring into Lucas's with an intensity that was almost suffocating. "It's not a threat, Lucas. It's reality. You're mine, and I don't let go of what's mine."
Lucas clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the rising bloody instincts.
But then, just as suddenly as the darkness had appeared, Kane's expression softened. The harsh lines of his face eased, and he reached out to cup Lucas's cheek with a gentleness that was jarringly out of place.
"But I don't want to hurt you, Lucas," Kane whispered, his thumb brushing lightly against Lucas's skin. "I care about you more than anything. I just need you to stay by my side, to be good for me. I promise, I'll take care of everything, just like I always have. You don't have to be scared." His voice was tender now, coaxing, as if he could simply will away the fear with his words.
Before Lucas could react, Kane leaned in, pressing his lips to Lucas's in a soft, almost reverent kiss. It was a stark contrast to the conversation they'd just had—gentle, warm, as if Kane was trying to convey all the twisted love he felt through that one tender touch.
When Kane pulled back, his eyes were filled with a strange mix of affection and obsession. "Just be a good boy for me, Lucas. Stay by my side, and you'll have nothing to worry about. I'll protect you from everything—everyone. No one will ever hurt you."
Lucas stared at him, his mind racing. The kiss, the gentle touch—it all felt so wrong, so twisted, and yet he couldn't deny the dark allure that Kane held over him. He knew Kane meant every word, and that was what scared him the most.
But for now, he nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Kane smiled, satisfied, and pulled Lucas into a possessive embrace, holding him close as if to seal the promise between them
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Kane's smile widened when Lucas nodded, a glint of satisfaction darkening his eyes. The tension in the empty classroom thickened, an almost suffocating intensity filling the air. Kane, his possessiveness becoming more apparent, deepened the kiss, pressing his body against Lucas's in a way that left no space between them.
Lucas felt the hard edge of the teacher's desk digging into his back as Kane pushed him further against it, their kiss growing more fervent, more demanding. Kane's hands began to wander, caressing Lucas's sides before moving lower, gripping his hips with a
strength that made Lucas's breath hitch. Every touch was charged with a dark, insidious need—a desire to claim, to dominate.
"Does it still hurt?" Kane murmured against Lucas's lips, his voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down Lucas's spine. His hand slid under Lucas's shirt, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath, as if he needed to reassure himself that Lucas was still his, body and soul.
Lucas nodded again, unable to form words as the conflicting emotions swirled within him. This simple gesture seemed to electrify Kane, his pleasure evident in the way his grip tightened, his kisses growing even more urgent. Kane's eyes gleamed with twisted delight, his satisfaction almost tangible.
"Good," Kane whispered, his voice thick with possessive glee. "I like knowing you can still feel me. It means you're mine… all mine."
His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Lucas's back before dipping even further, his intentions unmistakable. Kane's touch became more insistent, his need to assert his control over Lucas evident in every movement, every kiss. One of his hands slid down to Lucas's thigh, squeezing it before slowly sliding upward, a clear indication of what he wanted.
Lucas's mind raced, a tumult of pleasure , anger, and that same dark thrill he loathed to acknowledge. Kane was overwhelming, both in presence and in the way he seemed to consume all the space around him, leaving Lucas with no room to think, no room to breathe. Despite the suffocating closeness, a small part of Lucas couldn't help but revel in the intensity of Kane's obsession, even as he knew it was wrong.
Kane's lips traveled from Lucas's mouth to his neck, biting and kissing the same spots he had marked him with yesterday ,with an intensity that sent tremors through Lucas's body. The teacher's desk creaked under their combined weight, the sound barely noticeable over the pounding in Lucas's ears.
"You belong to me, Lucas," Kane breathed against his skin, the words more of a command than a declaration. His hands continued to roam, each touch further staking his claim. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Lucas felt trapped, pinned between the unforgiving desk and Kane's unyielding hold. He knew Kane wouldn't stop until he had completely satisfied that twisted, hunger within him. The situation was spiraling out of control, the line between pleasure and danger becoming increasingly blurred.
Even as he teetered on the edge of losing himself to Kane's dark desires, Lucas knew this couldn't go on. The fear, the confusion, the strange thrill of being wanted so completely—it was all too much, too dangerous. Yet, as Kane's touch grew bolder, Lucas couldn't help but feel the pull, the inescapable gravity of Kane's obsession dragging him further into a place where the lines of right and wrong no longer seemed to exist.
Lucas gasped as Kane's lips and hands worked their way across his body, the intensity of it all overwhelming his senses.
Kane's lips found a sensitive spot on Lucas's neck, eliciting a low moan that escaped before Lucas could stop it. Kane smirked against his skin, clearly pleased with the sound, and his grip tightened even more.
But as much as Lucas's body reacted to Kane's insistent advances, a part of him knew he needed to put a stop to this. He couldn't let Kane drag him any deeper into this dangerous game, not now, not here. Summoning the resolve he could still muster, Lucas let out a shaky breath and pushed gently against Kane's chest, trying to create some distance between them.
"Kane… I have to go," Lucas whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he fought to regain control of the situation. But Kane didn't budge. His eyes were dark with a possessive intensity, and it was clear he wasn't ready to let go.
Kane's hands slid down Lucas's sides, his fingertips tracing the contours of his body with a deliberateness that sent shivers down Lucas's spine. "You're not going anywhere, Lucas," Kane murmured, his voice low and filled with dangerous promise. "Not until I'm done with you."
Lucas bit his lip, his mind racing for a way to calm Kane's obsessive grip without setting him off. He knew Kane well enough to understand that outright rejection would only make things worse, potentially triggering the darker side of his lover. So instead, Lucas tilted his head, capturing Kane's lips in another kiss, softer this time, as if coaxing rather than responding to his earlier intensity.
"Just a little longer," Kane urged, his voice husky as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed possessively, unwilling to relinquish their hold. Lucas could feel Kane's desire to dominate him, to make him stay under his control, and it took everything in Lucas to remain composed.
Breaking the kiss with a soft gasp, Lucas pressed his forehead against Kane's, their breaths mingling. "I promise I'll come back to you… later," Lucas said softly, trying to keep his voice steady despite the racing of his heart. He ran his fingers through Kane's hair, giving him another slow, lingering kiss in hopes it would satisfy him.
Kane's grip on Lucas's hips tightened, his reluctance to let go evident in the way his fingers dug into Lucas's skin. "You better," Kane warned, his voice laced with a possessiveness that sent another shiver through Lucas. But despite his words, Lucas could see the small flicker of understanding in Kane's eyes, the acknowledgment that Lucas wasn't about to give in completely—at least not now.
Lucas kissed Kane again, slower this time, letting his lips linger as he poured just enough warmth into it to soothe the storm brewing within Kane. It was a delicate balance, one that Lucas had learned to navigate with Kane's unpredictable nature. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kane sighed against Lucas's lips, his tension easing just slightly.
"Alright, go," Kane muttered, though his voice still held a note of reluctance. He pulled back just enough to let Lucas move, but not before stealing one last possessive kiss, as if to remind him who he belonged to.
Lucas nodded, relieved but careful not to show it too openly. He gently extracted himself from Kane's grip, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the encounter. As he stepped back, he couldn't help but feel the lingering heat of Kane's touch, a reminder that this was far from over.
"I'll see you later," Lucas said softly, giving Kane a final glance before he turned to leave the classroom. Even as he walked away, he could feel Kane's gaze burning into his back, a silent p
romise that their twisted dance would continue.