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The platform was raised like a boxing ring, wide and bare except for a single machine fixed at its center. Bright lights circled the edge, throwing sharp shadows across the waiting crowd.
Morgan and Hades stepped onto the platform, facing each other with the rest of the Aces watching from the stands and the students watching from the projector outside.
Hugo stood to the side and addressed the crowd in a calm, voice.
“This is how the draw works,” He explained, tapping the machine.
“Each of you will draw a card. Whatever weapon is written on your card is the weapon your opponent will use against you.” He glanced at both players.
Hades stepped forward first. He reached into the machine, drew a card, and slid it out with a slow, precise motion.
He handed it over to Morgan without a flicker of expression.
Morgan unfolded the card. Two words stared back at her: METAL ROD.
Hades let a small smirk slip. “Lucky you, Morgan,” he said flatly.
Morgan didn’t smile—only nodded. She moved to the machine, drew her card, and handed it to Hades.
“Now let’s see what you drew for me,” Hades said, breaking the seal and reading it aloud.
He chuckled, a dark sound that carried across the platform.
“Chain whip—barbed with spikes.”
A collective gasp rippled through the hall.
“Are you guys being serious? That’s unfair,” Trevor barked from the front row, voice sharp.
“Unfair?” Hades shot back, cold and lethal. “It’s called a blood duel for a reason. Don’t get soft on me because you know I’m about to whoop your bitch’s ass.”
Morgan met Trevor’s eyes and gave him a small, steadying smile—calm, precise. She turned her attention back to the card and the weapon that would be wielded against her.
A student from the sidelines carried over the metal rod and set it on the platform in front of Morgan.
Another student approached Hades and presented the chain whip, its barbs gleaming under the lights as it coiled ominously by his feet.
Hugo stepped back, raising his hand.
“Start on my mark… three… two… one—”
The moment Hugo’s voice faded, the air snapped with tension.
Morgan didn’t wait—she lunged first, metal rod in hand, swinging straight at Hades’ side. The sound of metal striking skin echoed through the platform.
He took a step back, his eyes glinting under the lights.
“Good,” He said with a mocking smirk, rolling his wrist as the chain whip unfurled beside him. “At least you’re not hiding your strength this time.”
“You talk too much.”Morgan tightened her grip, breathing hard.
“Maybe because you fight too soft.” His voice was cold, taunting.
He raised the whip and it cracked through the air, slicing a strand of her hair as it missed her by inches. Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Morgan moved fast, ducking under another swing and striking his shoulder with the rod. He staggered slightly—enough to make her grin.
“What’s wrong, Hades?” She said, catching her breath. “Losing your edge?”
He chuckled, dark and calm, rubbing his shoulder where she’d hit him.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ll pretend that hurt.” He said.
Morgan charged again, thrusting the rod at his chest, but this time he was ready. The whip lashed forward, coiling around the metal rod and yanking it out of her grip.
She gasped as he twisted the chain, dragging her a few steps closer before he kicked her back with controlled force.
“You really thought I’d let you have the upper hand?” Hades said, stepping toward her as she stumbled to the ground. “You’re still the same. Loud, reckless, and weak.”
“Keep talking.”Morgan growled, wiping blood from her lip.
She rushed again, catching him off guard with a quick knee to his abdomen as her nails scratched his skin. The crowd roared when Hades hissed in pain, the first drop of blood showing on his skin.
But his eyes darkened instead of softening.
“Oh, you actually scratched me,” He said quietly, smiling in a way that sent a chill through the room. “Guess I should stop being nice.”
"Oh boy, shit's about to go down.”Hyce mumbled.
Before Morgan could approach Hades, the whip slashed through the air, wrapping around her arm and pulling her off balance.
He tugged hard, the spikes biting into her skin as she cried out.
“Morgan!” Trevor’s voice came faintly from the edge of the platform, but she didn’t look at him.
She tried to break free, but Hades was relentless.
He yanked her closer and struck her across the side with the whip’s end. The metal tore a shallow line into her skin, blood streaking down her ribs.
“Still think you stand a chance against me?” He asked, his tone low, almost bored.
She tried to reach her rod again, trembling, but he kicked it away. The second strike came sharper—enough to send her crumbling to her knees.
Blood pooled at her arm and shoulder, breaths coming shallow and quick.
Hades stood over her, his whip hanging loosely by his side, chest heaving but expression calm.
Morgan stumbled, blood trickling from her shoulder — but she refused to fall. With a sharp inhale, she pushed off the floor and swung her fist, catching Hades square on the jaw.
The sound snapped through the platform, and he stumbled back, surprised.
Before he could recover, she seized the fallen metal rod and struck him across his side once—twice—each blow heavier than the last.
The crowd’s cheers blurred into a dull roar. She didn’t stop, not even when his blood streaked her arms.
For a second, she thought she’d won, until she saw it.
That smile. He wasn't affected by everything she did.
Slow, dark, and cold.
Her grip loosened, the rod clattering to the ground. The realization hit too late—Hades wasn’t finished. He rose, wiping his mouth, his eyes sharp with an emotion she couldn’t name.
“You done?” He asked quietly, stepping closer.
She took a step back, but his speed was merciless. In one motion, he caught her by her hair, stopping her escape.
The impact sent her balance crashing, as he slammed her head into the wall behind with a gasp, the world spinning for a moment in her head.
The crowd froze.
Hades leaned in close, his voice calm but cutting through the tension.
“Weakling.”
He grabbed Morgan by the hair, pulling her roughly away from the wall.
She stumbled, barely able to keep her footing as he advanced, fury and adrenaline flooding his movements.
The audience’s cheers faded into silence. Every step he took radiated something darker than competition.
He wasn’t fighting to win anymore — he was fighting because he’d lost control.
"Morgan better admit defeat while Hades is still holding back."Hugo said and Hyce nodded.
“Morgan...Morgan.” He growled, low and dangerous.
Her breath hitched.
Before he could strike again...
“That’s enough, Hades.”
Trevor was already climbing onto the platform, his face set in grim determination. He stepped between them, his hand pushing against Hades’ chest.
“She’s done. You made your point.”
“Oh, the perfect little boyfriend is here. What now? Does that bitch of yours admit defeat? ’Cause honestly, I’m starting to get bored.” Hades’ voice sliced across the platform, flat and dangerous.
Trevor crouched down beside Morgan, keeping his tone low. “Morgan, just admit defeat already. You’re hurt badly.”
Morgan sucked in a breath, tasting metal at the corner of her mouth. She shook her head, breathing ragged. “Trevor, if I lose, I go down 500 Sigils. That’s too much.”
“You’re still going to be an Ace either way,” Trevor snapped back. “You can recover the Sigils, but that’s only possible if you’re alive.”
“No.” Her answer was a whisper and a refusal all at once. She pushed herself up on one elbow, eyes burning. “I’m not quitting.”
Trevor’s jaw tightened. “Why are you so stubborn?” He asked, half in exasperation, half in fear.
He stood and faced Hades, putting himself between them.
“She quits, okay? You win.” His voice was even, controlled. “That’s enough.”
Hades laughed—soft, cruel. “She has to admit it herself,” he said. “Or else, you better step out of the way, because I’m not done with her.”
"I'll do anything. Just leave her alone." Trevor’s voice cracked, the words pushed out through clenched teeth.
Hades stopped mid-step, his expression unreadable for a moment before a slow, cruel smirk spread across his face.
“Anything? Really?” he drawled, tilting his head as he took a step closer.
Trevor stiffened, but didn’t back away. “Yes.”
“Then kneel.”Hades’s eyes darkened.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Trevor blinked. “Are you insane?”
“Yes, I am,” Hades replied easily, his tone dripping with mockery. “You just said anything, didn’t you?”
Trevor’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw locking in anger. He wanted to punch him, to drag Morgan away, but Hades’s stare was a wall of iron.
“Trevor, don’t do it,” Morgan said weakly from the floor, her voice trembling. “I quit. You win, okay?” She turned her eyes to Hades. “You win.”
Hades looked down at her, scoffed, then dropped the chain whip to the floor. The sound echoed sharply through the room.
“As expected,” he muttered coldly and turned, walking out of the room without another glance.
The tension broke in fragments of disbelief.
“What just happened?” Hugo mumbled, still staring at the door Hades had disappeared through.
Hyce exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “That guy’s a real maniac,” he said under his breath before following Hugo out.
Trevor knelt beside Morgan again, helping her sit up as the crowd began to disperse—half in silence, half in whispers.
-----
The music thumped faintly in the background, but the group had gathered at one corner of the poolside, far from the noise.
Laughter and splashes filled the air around them, yet none of them were in the mood for fun.
The duel between Hades and Morgan was still all anyone could talk about.
“That was insane. I swear, if Trevor hadn’t stepped in when he did, Morgan would’ve been dead on that platform.”Loci shook his head, still visibly hyped.
“I thought Hades was going to crush her skull,” Zayne said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He didn’t even hesitate. The guy snapped.”
“I'm not surprised , genuinely I feel like he was holding back cause Morgan's a lady, you guys saw the last fight he had with Trevor. "You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng" It was bloody hell."Nia wrapped her towel around her shoulders, shivering slightly.
Natalie nodded, her face serious.
Bluey sat silently on the lounge chair beside them, her legs drawn close, eyes fixed on the rippling blue water.
The flashes of what she’d seen wouldn’t leave her— the sight of Hades’s fists covered in blood, the look in his eyes when he fought with Morgan, she was genuinely scared of him right now.
“You’re quiet, Bluey.”Zayne glanced at her.
“Huh?”She looked up, startled.
“Thought you’d have something to say. You're seeing how he's like for the first time.” Loci said, leaning forward with curiosity.
Bluey hesitated before speaking softly.
"I... honestly don't know what to say. If he's like that cause of s duel, I wonder how he is when he's angry. Will he loose control then?”
“Loose control?” Nia echoed. “That’s an understatement. He will go feral.”
“Morgan deserved to get hit once in a while, but Hades went too far.”Natalie sighed.
“Or maybe she pissed him off?" Loci said.
Bluey turned away, clutching her drink, deep down, her heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
“He was hurt.”Bluey’s voice came out small, almost hesitant.
The group looked at her.
“Hurt?” Natalie asked. “You mean during the duel?”
Bluey nodded, her gaze still fixed on the pool. “I saw him. You all did. He was bleeding. It looked bad.”
Loci let out a low whistle.
“If it looked bad to you, then it’s probably nothing to him. You should know Hades by now, he could be half-dead and still act like it’s a scratch.”
“Yeah,” Nia added, smirking faintly. “That guy doesn’t even flinch when he’s bleeding. Probably calls it a warm-up.”
Natalie shook her head. “Still, that’s scary. The way he fights… it’s like pain doesn’t exist for him. I don't like him and I'm not glazing him but it's just facts.”
“That’s not something to admire.”Bluey frowned, uneasy.
“Maybe not,” Loci said, shrugging, “...but it’s what makes him Hades.”
“I have to go, guys.”Bluey stood abruptly.
“Where to?” Natalie asked, tilting her head.
Bluey hesitated, then smiled faintly. “Just… somewhere I need to be.”
Before anyone could say another word, she turned and walked away, her heart pounding fast as the music faded behind her.
-----
Dawn walked towards where Hugo sat with a bunch of girls around him, some grinding their asses against his crotch.
Her eyes darkened. She stormed over and yanked one of the girls up.
Hugo looked up, surprised.
“All of you, scram!” Dawn snapped.
The girls exchanged looks, then walked off muttering under their breaths.
“What the hell was that for?”Hugo stood up, facing her.
“Seriously? You’re just going to sit there and let them rub all over you? Those sluts!”
He let out a dry laugh. “And what do you think you are to me to call them sluts? Huh? Aren’t you practically one?”
“Hugo…” her voice lowered.
“You’re not my girlfriend, Dawn. You don’t own me, so stop acting like you do.”He scoffed.
“I wasn’t acting like I owned you, I was—”
“What? Saving me?” He cut her off. “Please. You just like the attention.”
Her jaw clenched, hurt flickering in her eyes.
Hugo’s voice sliced through the noise of the party, his tone sharp enough to make nearby heads turn.
“Just because I gave you the privilege to be my whore, you automatically think you’re someone special?” He said, his eyes cold and cruel.
Dawn froze, her heart dropping into her stomach. The laughter and music around them blurred into nothing but ringing in her ears.
“Hugo…” she whispered, but he cut her off.
“I’ll admit it now so you don’t go getting cocky,” He sneered.
“You’re nothing to me. Absolutely nothing. And from now on, I’d like you to keep your damn distance from me because I’m done with you, Dawn!”
His voice echoed, drawing the attention of nearby students who stopped to stare. Some even pulled out their phones.
“You… you can’t do this to me, Hugo,” Dawn’s voice broke as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I love you!”
“Love?” He laughed harshly. “Can you please stop showing me those ugly tears of yours? It’s so disgusting.”
Her lips trembled, her mascara streaking as she shook her head in disbelief.
Hugo took one last look at her, completely shattered and in tears, then scoffed and turned around.
“Pathetic,” He muttered under his breath as he shoved through the crowd, heading toward the building to find his Hyce.
Behind him, Dawn fell to her knees, her sobs drowned by the loud music, while whispers spread through the party like wildfire.
"I love you."She sobbed.
-----
Hades was standing at the back of the frat house, alone by the poolside, a cigarette resting lazily between his fingers.
The night was quiet except for the faint ripple of the pool water and the sound of his slow exhale.
Then he heard it.
“Hades.”
A soft, almost timid voice called his name.
He turned—and froze.
Bluey stood a few feet away, the dim pool lights wrapping her in a glow that made his chest tighten.
Her hair was loose on her shoulder, her skin glistened, and that bikini- that damn bikini- left very little to the imagination.
She took small, hesitant steps toward him, completely unaware of the chaos she just caused in his head.
His brows furrowed, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
“What the fuck,” He muttered.
“What did I do?”She blinked, startled.
He dragged his gaze up and down, trying to look anywhere but at her—but it was useless.
His thoughts tangled, the words echoing in his mind before he could stop them:
She looks like an angel… but her body’s straight-up sin.
He ran a hand over his face and pointed at her. “Why are you wearing that? And how come I’m just seeing all… this?”
Before she could reply, he stepped closer, spun her around gently, and his jaw dropped when his eyes caught the curve of her hips.
“You’ve been walking around like this?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, confused by his tone.
He scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly annoyed—but not angry in the usual way. More… possessive.
“So you’ve just been showing all this to those boys?” His voice carried a mix of irritation and disbelief.
“It’s just a bik¡ni.”Bluey frowned.
“Yeah, well, it’s just a bikini to you,” he muttered, glancing away before his expression could betray him. “Those idiots inside don’t see it like that.”
He exhaled sharply, dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his boot. “You shouldn’t walk around like that here, Bluey.”
She crossed her arms. “Why not?”
He looked back at her then, his jaw tight, voice dropping low. “Because they’re not the ones supposed to see you like that.”
It came out rough, unfiltered.
And the way her eyes widened told him she caught every word.
"I thought you were avoiding me earlier," Bluey said softly, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the pool lights.
Hades didn’t look at her. “I wasn’t… I just didn’t want to see you tonight.”
Her brows knit together. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head slowly, his tone low and rough. “No. Just that I didn’t want you to see me covered in blood and—”
He stopped mid-sentence.
Bluey blinked, realizing something was off. “That reminds me,” she said, stepping closer. “How come you’re wearing a shirt now? And weren’t you injured in the duel?”
“I’m just feeling cold,” he lied easily, though his voice wavered slightly.
“Let me see.”
He took a step back, shaking his head. “There’s nothing to see.”
“Let me see,” she repeated, firmer this time. Her hand reached out and brushed his side—her fingers came away damp. The black fabric of his shirt clung to his skin, soaked through.
Her heart dropped. Panic spread across her face as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it before he could stop her.
Blood. Fresh and dark, seeping from the gash across his ribs.
Bluey’s eyes widened. “You’re hurt—badly!”
Hades gritted his teeth, trying to act unfazed. “It’s just a scratch.”
“Scratch? You call this a scratch?” she said, her voice trembling. Tears were already pooling in her eyes, her hands shaking as she stared at the wound. “You’re bleeding, Hades, this isn’t—”
“Shit,” he muttered, stepping back. “You’re doing that again.”
“Doing what?” she whispered.
He met her eyes then, tired and distant. “Crying because of me. That’s the reason I didn’t want to see you tonight.”
Her breath hitched, the hurt in his words sinking deep.
“Sit down,” Bluey said firmly, taking his arm and guiding him toward a bench near the poolside.
Hades let out a faint scoff but didn’t resist. The moment he sat, she crouched beside him, her brows furrowed in worry.
“I’ll go get something to treat your wound,” she said quickly and turned before he could argue.
He watched her jog off, the faint sway of her hair catching the dim pool lights. A long sigh escaped his lips.
Did I just obey her and really sit? he thought, staring blankly at the water. He almost laughed at himself—what the hell is wrong with me?
A few minutes later, Bluey came running back, slightly out of breath, holding a small white first-aid box.
“What took you so long?” Hades asked with a faint frown.
“I had to run to the dorm and get the first aid,” she said, kneeling beside him.
She opened the kit quickly and pulled out antiseptic, gauze, and a small towel. Without hesitation, she lifted his shirt again, her hands gentle but firm as she pressed the towel against his wound.
He hissed under his breath. “Careful—”
“Stop acting tough,” she murmured, focusing on cleaning the blood from his side. “You’re lucky this isn’t deeper.”
Hades stared at her face—her lips pressed together, her eyes serious, her hands trembling slightly. It was hard to look away.
Hugo and Hyce walked toward the poolside, still chatting and laughing—until their steps slowed.
They froze.
There was Hades—the Hades—sitting calmly on the bench, his shirt lifted halfway, while Bluey knelt in front of him tending to his wound. But that wasn’t the shocking part.
He was smiling.
Not the cold, mocking kind everyone knew him for—an actual, faint, real smile.
“Is Hades okay?” Hyce whispered, eyes wide. “Or did he suddenly go crazy?”
“I’m as confused as you are,” Hugo muttered, watching the scene like it was some kind of rare cosmic event.
Bluey looked up just then, her eyes meeting Hades’s—and she froze too. His lips were curved into that quiet, unreadable smile, and her brows furrowed.
“Doesn’t the wound hurt? How are you smiling?” she asked softly.
Hades didn’t answer. He just kept staring at her, almost like he was lost in thought.
Annoyed, Bluey pressed the wound a little too hard.
“Ouch!” he hissed, jerking slightly.
“Are you even listening to me?” She scolded. “I’m done now.”
She packed up the first aid box quickly, muttering under her breath.
Hades blinked, snapping out of his daze, just as he noticed Hugo and Hyce finally approaching.
“Oh great,” he muttered, dragging his shirt down.
“Well, well… what do we have here?” Hugo said, walking over with a can in one hand. Hyce followed beside him, sipping from a red cup, both looking amused.
“Bro, are you actually letting her nurse you?” Hyce grinned. “You? The guy who nearly ripped someone apart an hour ago?”
Hades shot them a sharp glare. “You both got a problem?”
Hugo smirked, raising his drink in mock salute. “Nah, man. Just never thought I’d see you sitting still while someone plays doctor.”
Bluey ignored their teasing and kept tending the wound, pressing a cotton pad gently over the cut.
“If you two are just going to stand there and talk nonsense, leave,” He said without looking up.
Both guys looked at each other—surprised—then burst out laughing.
“She’s pretty.”Hyce whispered to Hugo.
Hades didn’t even respond. He just sat there, eyes fixed on her, jaw tight—trying to ignore the faint tug in his chest.
"I'll go back to my friends now." Bluey said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before running off toward the crowd.
Hades watched her go until she disappeared from sight. He exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Bro… bro… bro,” Hugo said as he dropped beside him on the bench, wide-eyed like he’d just seen a ghost.
“What is it?” Hades muttered.
“What’s up with you and that girl?” Hugo leaned closer, grinning. “If only you could see the way you were smiling at her—like a fool in love.”
Hades bit his lip, trying hard not to smile again, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
“Hold on,” Hyce said, stepping forward with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you like her?”
Hades didn’t say anything at first—then, to their utter shock, he started smiling again.
“Oh my God,” Hyce gasped. “Really?”
“I don’t like her,” Hades said finally, voice low but sure. “I’m in love with her.”
“For real?” Hugo blinked.
“Yeah,” Hades sighed, leaning back. “It doesn’t show, but I get really nervous around her. I don’t even know how to act, so I just… put up a cold front.”
“I don’t believe this.”Hyce gawked at him.
“Me neither,” Hugo added, shaking his head.
“I’m so obsessed with her,” Hades continued quietly, running a hand through his hair. “I feel like having her all to myself. I just want only her… f+k.”
Hugo and Hyce exchanged a long look, both speechless.
Hyce finally broke the silence. “It took you twenty girls… twenty girls to finally break that wall around your heart?”
Hades gave a short, helpless laugh. “And the funny part is, she didn’t even do anything.” He dragged his hands down his face in frustration.
“Hyce,” he said suddenly, “you were in a relationship. What do girls really like? How do you want your boyfriend to treat you?”
Hyce blinked. “Don’t ask me. Google it.”
Hades actually pulled out his phone, typing seriously. His brows furrowed as he murmured, “How to baby my girl.”
Hugo blinked. “Jesus Christ—he really googled it.”
Hyce groaned, facepalming. “We’ve lost him. The cold-hearted Hades is officially gone.”
Hades stared at his phone screen for a long second before locking it and leaning back on the bench, a smirk tugging at his lips.
He bit his lower lip, shaking his head slowly. “I’m gonna spoil her,” he muttered under his breath, a promise more than a thought.
Hugo’s jaw dropped. “Oh, he’s gone.”
Hyce groaned, half laughing, half horrified. “Not just gone—completely whipped. The Hades Devereux is about to turn into a simp.”
“I don’t care,” Hades said with a low chuckle, staring off toward the pool where Bluey had disappeared. “If she wants the world, I’ll hand it to her. If she cries, I’ll destroy whoever made her cry.”
Hugo blinked at him. “You’re serious.”
Hades smiled faintly. “Dead serious.”
Hyce crossed his arms, sighing. “Well… I guess we’ll see how long till you start writing her poems.”
“I already thought about it,” Hades said, deadpan.
“WHAT?” both of them shouted at once.
Hades just smirked and looked away, lighting another cigarette—trying to hide the grin threatening to take over his face.
------
Bluey clutched the first-aid box tightly against her chest, her heart still racing from earlier as she hurried toward the dorm. The night air was cool, faint music and laughter echoing from the party behind her.
But her steps froze when three familiar figures stepped out from the shadows of the path leading to the dorm.
“Hey there, bitch.” Natasha’s voice dripped with venom, her arms crossed, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
Bluey stiffened. “Leave me alone. I don’t want trouble.” Her voice was soft but steady, though her grip on the box tightened.
Aris chuckled darkly, tilting her head. “You’re already trouble, in case you don’t know it yet.”
“Grab her,” Natasha ordered coldly.
Bluey spun on her heel, bolting toward the dorm, her bare feet slapping against the pavement—
but Bryan was faster. He lunged forward, catching her by the arm. She let out a small gasp, struggling to pull away.
“Let me go!” Bluey cried, twisting her wrist, but his grip only tightened.
“Stop fighting,” Bryan muttered, dragging her back toward Natasha and Aris as she kicked and pushed.
“Let’s take her to The Hearts dorm,” Natasha said with a grin, brushing her hair off her shoulder. “I’ve got something fun planned for our little angel.”
Bluey’s eyes widened in fear as the trio started pulling her away, the echo of her protests swallowed by the distant thump of music from the frat house.
-----
An hour later, the music had gotten louder, the crowd wilder. Hyce stood near the bar counter, lazily swirling the last drops of his fifth glass of alcohol.
His head was starting to spin a little, his vision slightly blurry—but he didn’t care.
He just needed another drink. Anything to avoid running into Hugo or Hades.
Those two would definitely lecture him for drinking too much again.
“Just one more,” he muttered, grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass. He gulped it down, the burn hitting his throat. “Damn… that’s good.”
He ran a hand through his hair and decided to get some air. Maybe the poolside was quieter. Maybe he could finally stop feeling like the room was spinning.
But as he made his way toward the exit, his steps stumbled slightly—until he froze.
Right at the far corner of the frat house, half-hidden by the shadows and noise, Gomez was sitting at a table with Juniper. And they weren’t just sitting.
They were kissing. Hard.
Hands tangled in her hair as Gomez slammed his cock aggressively inside her. Juniper’s soft moans were drowned by the music.
Hyce blinked, disbelief flashing across his face. Then his glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the wall just behind them.
“You bastard!” he shouted.
The sudden sound made them jolt apart instantly. Gomez turned, wide-eyed, his lips swollen, Juniper still frozen beside him.
Hyce’s fists clenched as he took a step forward, his fist tightening, anger burning through the alcohol haze.
The glass shards scattered across the floor, and one sharp edge grazed Juniper’s arm. She hissed quietly, a thin line of blood tracing down her skin.
“Shit,” Gomez muttered, quickly pulling out of her and yanking up his shorts, his face pale with shock.
“Hyce…” he said, stepping toward him.
“Don’t come near… me,” Hyce slurred, stumbling back, his words thick and shaky from the alcohol.
His eyes were glassy, pain and rage mixing behind them.
“It’s not what it seems like,” Gomez said, his voice low, hands slightly raised as if trying to calm him.
“Really?” Hyce laughed bitterly, though it sounded more like a broken choke.
“You’re still f+king her! Why should I even care? We already broke up, right? Go ahead and keep f+king her…” His voice cracked as he staggered sideways, barely keeping his balance.
“Hyce, stop—”
Gomez reached out just in time to catch him as Hyce’s knees buckled.
“Gomez, are you seriously going to leave me hanging because of him?” Juniper snapped, her voice trembling with anger and something close to jealousy.
Gomez shot her a glare, then lifted Hyce into his arms without another word. Hyce’s head fell against his shoulder, completely out cold.
“Out of my way,” Gomez said coldly, brushing past her.
Juniper stood frozen for a moment, her breathing sharp, her fingers curling into fists.
The faint cut on her arm stung, but the pain in her chest was far worse.
Sergio stepped out of the building, he saw Hyce walking outside so he went after him. He ran a hand through his hair, scanning the area.
“Where the hell did he go…” he muttered under his breath.
That’s when he saw Gomez up ahead — carrying someone in his arms. Sergio squinted, his steps slowing.
It took only a second to recognize the curly blonde hair being carried.
“Hyce?” Sergio whispered, eyes narrowing.
Gomez didn’t notice him. His head was down, his jaw tense, and he was walking quickly, too quickly toward the dorm buildings.
But something felt off. Instead of heading toward his own place, Gomez was going in the direction of Hearts Dorm.
“What the hell… that’s not his dorm.” Sergio frowned.
Without thinking, he followed. His footsteps were silent but quick, his curiosity sharpening into unease.
He kept his distance, watching as Gomez adjusted Hyce in his arms and disappeared through the doors of Hearts Dorm.
“Why would he take Hyce there?” Sergio whispered to himself, suspicion flickering in his eyes.
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★𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦- 𝐆𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐳'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦★
Gomez dropped Hyce onto the bed, pulling off his own shirt with a desperate longing.
He leaned towards Hyce on the bed, his fingers brushed Hyce’s skin as he kissed him fiercely on the lips.
“F+k, how do I keep screwing up?” Gomez whispered, voice thick with pain. “You’re so pretty, Hyce. I still love you.”
"Mm."Hyce groaned, trying to push off.
Gomez trapped his hands down, his other hand caressing Hyce's chest.
Before Hyce could respond, the door burst open. Sergio stormed inside, eyes blazing with fury.
“You bastard!!!"Sergio yelled, landing a puch on Gomez.
Gomez’s face twisted with a bitter smile as he fell against the floor.
"What's your problem, can't you see I'm busy with my boyfriend?"Gomez snapped at him.
"Ex boyfriend to be exact. So you're really going to take advantage of his drunk state? You selfish m0therf+ker!!"Sergio gripped Gomez's neck.
“You think you can take him from me? Hyce is mine. Nothing you do will make him fall in love with you cause he loves only me!!.”
Sergio choked him tighter, voice low and hard.
“Hyce is with me now. Stay out of my way Gomez and stay far away from him. I will not repeat myself..”
"You'll have to kill me first." Gomez said, and kicked Sergio's abdomen hard, he had to stagger back but Sergio was quick to land a punch on his lips.
Gomez wiped the blood from his mouth and lunged again, a wild snarl tearing through his throat. But Sergio was faster. He caught Gomez’s fist midair and drove his knee hard into his ribs.
The sound of the impact echoed — a dull, brutal thud.
Gomez gasped, trying to swing again, but Sergio slammed him against the wall and punched him square in the jaw.
Once. Twice. Over and over until Gomez’s lip split and blood streaked down his chin.
“I better not see you touch him ever again.” Sergio growled, voice low and seething.
Gomez coughed, laughing weakly through the pain. “You think you can protect him from me forever?”
Sergio’s fist crashed into his face again, cutting off the laugh. “Watch me.”
Gomez slid to the floor, dazed and beaten. Sergio turned away from him and looked toward the bed.
Hyce lay there, half-conscious, shirt askew, mumbling something incoherent. His lashes fluttered, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
Sergio’s expression softened instantly. He went to Hyce, crouched beside him, and brushed a hand over his hair.
“Hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you,” he whispered.
He lifted Hyce gently into his arms, ignoring the blood on his own knuckles. Gomez groaned behind him, but Sergio didn’t look back.
At the doorway, he paused for one last glance over his shoulder, his voice cold and final.
“If you ever come near him again, I’ll end you.”
Then he carried Hyce out of the room, the sound of his steady footsteps fading into the corridor.
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★ 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦- 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 ★
Sergio kicked the door shut behind them, still breathing hard from the confrontation. He gently set Hyce down on the edge of the bed, brushing strands of hair from his sweat damp forehead.
Before he could even say a word, Hyce suddenly leaned forward and—
“Whoa—hey!” Sergio flinched back as Hyce threw up on both their shirts.
A mix of disgust and concern crossed his face.
“Seriously? You couldn’t wait two seconds?” Sergio groaned.
Hyce groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes hazy and unfocused.
“You’re… you’re really strong,” He slurred, looking up at Sergio with a lazy grin. “My type… with muscles and everything.”
“Strong? You're way stronger than me, cute face."Sergio flicked his forehead.
“But, I don't look it. I want you.”Hyce chuckled, grabbing Sergio's shirt.
“Hyce.” Sergio sighed, trying not to laugh. “You’re drunk. Don’t start.”
“Why not? You carried me. Fought for me. Should I… reward you?”Hyce tilted his head, his eyes half-lidded but playful.
Sergio’s jaw tightened.
“You’re spouting nonsense.” He muttered, pulling off his soiled shirt and tossing it aside. “You need water and sleep, not any shit that's going through your head.”
But Hyce reached out clumsily, his hand brushing Sergio’s arm.
“I like you.”Hyce mumbled.
Sergio froze, a flush creeping up his neck as he looked down at the Hyce’s half-smile—too honest, too unguarded in that moment.
“You really don’t know what you’re saying.”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“Maybe. But I'm not lying. I don't lie…”Hyce giggled softly, eyes fluttering.
“God. Stop giving me false hopes to get excited right now,” Sergio said under his breath, catching Hyce just as he started to slump sideways.
Hyce blinked up at him, eyes glossy and unfocused.
“You know....,” He mumbled,
“...you’re so damn handsome, Sergio. You’re just my type… tall, calm, the kind that looks like he doesn’t care but actually does. Persistent guy and very good looking.”
“Hyce—”Sergio paused, caught off guard.
Hyce shook his head weakly, words spilling out through slurred honesty.
“I’m just scared, you know? After what that bastard did to me… I don’t wanna open my heart again. It hurts too much.”
Sergio’s chest tightened. He knelt beside the bed, his voice low. “You don’t have to explain anything right now. You’re not thinking straight.”
Hyce laughed softly, almost bitter.
“You think I don’t know what I’m saying? Maybe drunk me’s just braver.” He reached out, fingers brushing Sergio’s jaw, eyes flickering down to his lips.
“Let me… just this once.”
Before Sergio could move, Hyce leaned in—but he caught him halfway, pressing a firm hand against his chest.
“Stop.” Sergio’s tone was gentle but steady. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”
Hyce froze, confusion mixing with hurt. Sergio sighed, brushing a thumb across his flushed cheek.
“You don’t need someone to touch you tonight. You need to rest and prepare for tomorrow.”
He carefully helped Hyce sit back, peeling off his stained shirt, then wiped his face with a clean towel. Once Hyce was settled,
He laid him back gently, pulling the covers up.
Sergio tucked the duvet around him and brushed his messy blond hair away from his forehead.
“Sleep,” He murmured, his voice softening.
As Hyce’s breathing steadied, Sergio leaned in and pressed a faint kiss to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams, I wish I can do this for you everyday. But by tomorrow, you're probably going to push me away again.” He whispered.
He stayed by the bedside until Hyce finally drifted off.
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★ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦- 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 ★
Morgan shifted awkwardly on the bed, the silence between them heavy and suffocating. Trevor sat at the edge, elbows resting on his knees, his jaw clenched tight.
The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner and the muffled bass of the ongoing party outside.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked softly, her voice small and hesitant.
He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “Are you just realizing that?”
Morgan frowned. “I said I’m sorry—”
“Sorry?” he cut her off, his voice rising just a little. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Morgan! You knew you didn’t stand a chance against Hades. You saw what he did to you and still refused to quit.”
Her lips parted, but no words came. He stood, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
“Do you even think sometimes?” he continued, pacing now. “You were bleeding, you could barely stand, and you still thought it was a good idea to fight him? What was going through your damn head?”
“I couldn’t just give up, Trevor!” she said defensively. “I had to prove—”
“Prove what? That you’re reckless? That you’d rather die than lose a few sigils?” he snapped, his voice tight with anger.
“If I hadn’t stepped in, he would’ve slammed your head into the ground and that would’ve been it.”
Morgan lowered her gaze, guilt washing over her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Trevor sighed heavily, his anger slowly giving way to worry. He sat back down beside her, shaking his head.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Morgan. You don’t have to fight everyone to prove your worth. Stop trying to fight Hades physically.”
She leaned toward him, eyes glistening, her lips curving into a small teasing smile. “I know… but you look cute when you’re angry.”
Trevor gave her a blank stare. “Not funny.”
“It was a little funny,” she grinned weakly, inching closer to him.
He sighed again, trying not to smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“I know,” she said, nudging his shoulder gently. “But at least you care enough to yell at me.”
Trevor glanced at her, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself.
He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smirk that escaped. “Don’t push it, Morgan.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder anyway, and he didn’t move.
A knock came on the door.
"I’ll be right back," Morgan said, leaning down to press a quick kiss on Trevor’s lips before heading out.
Trevor watched her leave, unaware of the storm that was waiting outside the room.
Morgan stepped into the living room—and froze. Bluey was on her knees on the floor, trembling, eyes wide with confusion and fear.
Morgan’s lips curled into a cold smirk.
“Here she is. Hades’ little pet. I’ve actually done a pretty good job pretending you don’t exist since resumption, but you just had to make the mistake of associating with the one person I can’t stand.”
“Morgan… what is this? What do you want from me?”Bluey’s voice came out small, shaky.
Morgan took a step closer, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “What’s your business with Hades? Why is he all over you?”
“I—I don’t know,” Bluey stammered, her hands fidgeting nervously.
“Don’t fucking tell me you don’t know!” Morgan snapped, her voice sharp and venomous. “You know damn well what he wants from you.”
“But I really don’t…” Bluey’s voice broke, tears already glistening in her eyes.
Morgan let out a bitter laugh. “Do you even know that his family is my family’s enemy?”
Bluey’s head lifted in shock. “What?”
“I guess you didn’t know.” Morgan crouched slightly, her tone mocking.
“Just a piece of advice— you’re nothing to Hades. Once he’s done using you, he’ll throw you away like garbage. But that’s not my problem. My problem is you staying the hell away from him.”
“Why? He hasn’t done anything wrong to me,” Bluey said weakly, her voice trembling as tears began to fall.
“I don’t care what he’s done to you or not done,” Morgan hissed.
“But you need to remember something — your parents work for my family. My dad is the reason your sorry ass even got into this school. So if you feel any sense of gratitude at all, you’d better remember where your loyalty lies.”
“But Morgan… he’s going to be mad at me. I don’t want to get into trouble…”Bluey’s breath hitched.
Morgan’s eyes darkened. She grabbed a fistful of Bluey’s hair, forcing her to look up.
“Well, you will get into trouble if my dad finds out the stupid little games you’ve been playing behind his back,” she sneered.
“Morgan, please…” Bluey sobbed, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“Stay away from Hades. Do you understand?” Morgan said sharply, cutting her off.
“I do.” Bluey whispered, her tears hitting the floor.
Morgan released her hair, straightened up, and smirked coldly.
“Good girl.” She turned to Natasha standing at the corner.
“Throw her out.” Morgan daid and Bryan quickly grabbed Bluey's hair, pulling her out.
𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰
Keep it moving authoress 👍😉👉👉 l
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