Ruining The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 1

  –-ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ..-–

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★𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 – 𝐌𝐈𝐀★

It had been two days since the explosion at the camp. The program was immediately cancelled, and everyone was sent home the very next morning.

Training resumed as usual, but the atmosphere was far from normal. The Aces and Miss Dora weren’t convinced that Desiree had acted alone. Someone had to be pulling the strings.

And if their suspicions were right, there was still another spy among them—watching, waiting, and pretending to blend in.

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★ 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 ★

Bluey walked into the suite and shut the door behind her, her body heavy with exhaustion. Training had drained every ounce of her energy, and she hadn’t eaten since morning.

She dropped her bag on the couch and reached for a bottle of water, twisting the cap open with a sigh. The moment the liquid touched her lips, she stilled.

Someone was here.

The air felt different and off. She knew it instantly. It wasn’t Hades.

Bluey’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the room, her voice cutting through the silence. “I know you’re here, so stop playing kids’ games with me.”

“You’ve got sharp senses,” A voice replied from behind her. “How’d you know I was here?”

Zayne stepped out from the corner, his tone laced with amusement.

Bluey scoffed, lowering the bottle. “I know what my man smells like, and I know when there’s someone else in here other than him. Now how the fuck did you get in here?”

“Hmm, let’s see. I’ve just been stalking you since morning. Saw when you put in the passcode before class.”He smirked.

“You’re so petty,” Bluey muttered, her patience thinning.

“Get out of here. I’m not in the mood to entertain your stupidity right now. And Hades better not catch you here — it’s already a crime that you broke into his suite, and double penalty if he finds out you’re talking to me.”

She turned to head upstairs, but before she could take another step, his hand caught her arm.

In the next second, she spun around—just as his lips crashed into hers.

Bluey shoved him back hard and slapped him across the face.

“Are you out of your damn mind?!” she snapped, her chest rising in fury.

“Oh yeah,” Zayne said with a crooked grin.

“I’m out of my mind because of you.” He reached for his phone resting on the shelf. “Now let’s see… I got that on camera.”

Her blood ran cold. “Zayne, delete that.”

“Why should I?” he taunted, holding the phone up between them. “From this angle, it doesn’t look like I forced you.”

Bluey’s glare could’ve cut through glass. “What do you want?”

“Now you’re talking smart.” He began to circle her slowly, like a predator savoring its prey.

“I want you,” he said, stopping in front of her. “I want your body… your lips… fuck, I want you to be mine.”

Her jaw tightened in disgust, but he only smirked.

“It’s either that,” Zayne continued, lowering his voice, “….or I release this photo. You know what Hades will do to you… for cheating on him.”

He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear.

“Meet me tonight in my dorm room. Let’s have a little fun.” He winked, then walked out as casually as he’d come.

Bluey stood frozen for a moment, anger burning beneath her skin.

“That sick bastard,” she muttered.

She pulled out her phone, her expression darkening into a smirk as she texted Sergio.

>>“Hey… I need you to do a little shopping for me, will ya?”

>>“For? 🙄”

>>“I need to teach someone a lesson.”

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★𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞★

“So, how exactly do we plan on catching the spy?” Hyce asked, leaning back in his chair, his tone edged with impatience.

“It’s not even a hundred percent certain there is another spy,” Sergio replied, arms crossed.

“So what are you all saying?” Miss Dora frowned, glancing around the room. “That it’s only Desiree?”

“Probably,” Trevor said.

“I already interviewed every student who was at the camp. They all had alibis — roommates, camera footage, everything checks out. The security feeds from their building were clean. The only strange part was that the exterior cameras went offline for a few minutes, and right after that, Desiree was seen walking back into her dorm. That’s too much of a coincidence to ignore.”

Miss Dora’s gaze shifted to Hades, who had been silent the entire time.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she said softly. “Have anything to say?”

Hades sat still for a moment, eyes fixed on the table. Then he shook his head. “No,” he muttered.

But the look in his eyes said otherwise.

“Alright then. You can all leave,” Miss Dora said, gathering the files on her desk.

The group rose from their seats, chairs scraping softly against the floor. Just as they were about to step out, Miss Dora’s iPad beeped.

A message flashed across the screen:

✉️ Get the combat ranks ready for the Cards. ✉️

Sergio’s sharp eyes caught it before she quickly locked the screen and turned the tablet face-down.

He said nothing, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer. Something about that message didn’t sit right with him.

As he turned to leave, something else caught his attention — the bookshelf behind her desk. It looked… off. The books weren’t aligned like they should be, the spines were  too even, the colors too identical.

Fake.

Sergio narrowed his eyes slightly. There was more to Miss Dora’s office than she wanted anyone to see.

—

Sergio was the last to step out of Miss Dora’s office, the door clicking shut behind him. He exhaled, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, only to feel a familiar arm snake around his waist.

A quiet hum escaped his throat.

“Hmm.” He turned, catching Hyce’s mischievous grin before pulling him gently to stand in front of him.

“What is it?” Sergio asked, his voice low, already knowing that look.

“I’m hungry,” Hyce said simply, his fingers still curling against Sergio’s hip. “Can you cook for me?”

Sergio groaned softly, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. “Hyce…”

“Please?” Hyce tilted his head, eyes wide and teasing, lips curling into that irresistible pout. “I know you’re tired, but I love your cooking. Just… do it for me, yeah?”

Sergio stared at him for a beat, trying to hold back a smile and then failing. “You don’t have to act cute. You know I can’t say no to you.”

Hyce’s grin widened as he stood on his toes, their foreheads almost touching.

“I know.”

Sergio’s fingers brushed along Hyce’s jaw before he sighed in surrender.

“Such confidence,” Sergio murmured, rubbing their noses together.

His hands slid through Hyce’s hair, holding him close.

“But I want something else afterward. So I’ll make sure you eat as much as you can… you’ll need the strength.”

Hyce’s breath hitched. “What is it you want?!”

Sergio’s eyes flicked around the empty hallway. Satisfied no one was near, he trailed his fingers through Hyce’s hair and pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a slow, deliberate kiss.

Hyce responded instantly, matching his pace, their bodies pressing closer. When they finally pulled apart, Hyce was breathing hard, chest rising and falling.

“I could eat you up right now,” Sergio said, voice husky. “It’s been too long since I fucked you ”

“Yeah… me too.” Hyce whispered, leaning into him.

A low growl came from Hyce’s stomach, cutting through the silence.

Sergio chuckled, brushing a thumb across his lips. “Food first.”

^^^^^

★𝐇𝐲𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★

Sergio moved around the kitchen, shirtless, the soft glow of the overhead lights highlighting the lines of his body.

Hyce perched on the counter, swinging his legs lazily, arms crossed loosely, eyes tracing every movement with a mix of admiration and mischief.

“You don’t need to stare so intensely,” Sergio said over his shoulder, flashing a teasing grin. “I might just melt.”

“Who said I was staring?” Hyce replied, voice smooth but teasing, pretending to look elsewhere while his gaze lingered.

Sergio smirked, flipping the pan with practiced ease, his eyes catching Hyce’s every subtle glance. “Uh-huh. Sure. Keep telling yourself that, babe.”

Hyce leaned back slightly, enjoying the view while swinging his legs. “Maybe I’m just… appreciating the chef’s hard work.”

“Mm, flattering words,” Sergio murmured, turning just enough to brush a finger along Hyce’s knee, making him catch his breath.

“Better keep your sweet talking mouth to yourself or we’ll be skipping dinner entirely.”

“I love you.” Hyce said quietly, tilting his head as he watched Sergio.

Sergio froze. For a heartbeat, the world stilled. He knew Hyce loved him, of course he knew but hearing it suddenly, right in the middle of their playful chaos, sent a warm shock straight through his chest.

Butterflies. Real ones.

“I love you more, Hyce. Always.” A slow smile tugged at Sergio’s lips as he let out a soft, breathy chuckle.

Hyce blinked rapidly, his heartbeat picking up. “I—uh—know you do. Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sergio didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in slowly, their shoulders brushing, Hyce’s breath catching at the warmth of him.

“Let me focus on making the food,” Sergio murmured, voice low and teasing. “You’re putting nasty thoughts into my head right now.”

Hyce’s eyes widened, curiosity sparking. “What nasty thoughts?”

He reached out, looping his arms around Sergio’s neck and instinctively lifting his legs to wrap around Sergio’s waist.

Sergio caught him effortlessly, hands settling on his hips.

Sergio swept his hair back with one hand, the other sliding slowly along Hyce’s jaw, down his throat, tracing the line of his chest and abs.

His fingers finally paused just above Hyce’s shorts, right where the fabric had begun to tent.

Sergio raised a brow, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

“You are one bad boy,” He whispered. “What’s this?”

Hyce’s cheeks flushed instantly, his gaze darting away. “No… nothing.”

“Hey boy…” Sergio said softly, lifting Hyce’s chin with two fingers. “Look at me.”

Hyce looked up reluctantly, face warm, eyes shy and needy all at once.

Sergio’s voice softened further, melting into something deeper, something only Hyce ever got to hear.

“Why are you seriously still being shy? I like it though, I’m the only one who gets to see this side of you.”

Hyce swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sergio…”

Sergio smiled and leaned in, brushing their noses together. “I love everything about you. Even this.”

Hyce let out a shaky breath, his hands tightening behind Sergio’s neck. “You’re… too much to handle.”

“I know. ” Sergio whispered, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his cheek, the kind that made Hyce’s entire body warm.

Sergio pulled back just enough to meet his eyes again.

“Food first,” he said with a grin.

Hyce’s blush deepened, but he didn’t let go. “You better not take too long.”

Sergio chuckled, kissing him once more, slow and warm. “I won’t.”

^^^^^

★𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★

Hades pushed open the door to his suite, shoulders heavy, eyes tired. The familiar scent of his room grounded him—calm, steady, safe.

Bluey was lying on his bed, legs crossed, a book open in her hands. She glanced up the second he walked in.

“Hey, how’d the meeting go?” Bluey asked, closing the book with one hand.

“It went well,” Hades replied, already tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

Bluey rose immediately and padded over to him. She slipped her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek against his warm back, her hands sliding over the ridges of his abs and chest.

“My love,” she whispered, hugging him tighter.

“Hm.” Hades only hummed, still methodically arranging the clothes in his closet, avoiding her eyes.

When he finally finished, he turned toward the mirror, only to catch their reflection.

Bluey standing behind him.

Her arms around his torso.

The worry in her eyes.

And the sadness in his.

“You look sad. What’s the problem?”She stepped closer beside him.

“Nothing,” He said too quickly. “I’m just… really sad right now.”

“Why?” Bluey’s voice softened even more. “Hades… you know you can tell me anything.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took her wrist gently and pulled her toward him. With effortless strength, he lifted her up and sat her on the mirror table, her legs brushing his hips.

Bluey cupped his cheek. “Talk to me.”

Hades swallowed, breathing shakily. The confession he wanted to say clawed at his throat.

That he wasn’t just another student here.

That he was tied to the school’s darkest secrets.

That he did things….things he hated himself for. That he feared she’d run if she ever saw the whole truth.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked again, eyes searching his, her fingers brushing his jaw.

He finally looked at her fully, his expression cracked open—raw, vulnerable.

“I’m scared,” he whispered.

Her brows pulled together. “Scared? Scared of what?”

He hesitated. His chest tightened painfully.

Should he tell her?

Should he let her see the monster he thinks he is?

He couldn’t.

Not yet.

So he lowered his gaze and said the safer lie wrapped around the truth.

“I’m scared that… I might not be a good boyfriend to you.”

Bluey blinked, her lips parting in disbelief as she  brushed her thumb over the tense muscle in Hades’ arm.

“Why are you worried about that?” she asked quietly.

Hades inhaled, slow and uneven. “What do you think… of us?”

“Us?” Bluey blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t let her pull away. He took both her hands, holding them firmly between his palms as he looked straight into her eyes so intensely it made her breath catch.

“What do you think about us together? In the future?” He whispered, voice low and husky. “You know what I mean, Bluey. Stop acting dumb with me right now.”

Her lips parted. She wasn’t expecting this.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Just… why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

“Because I want to know,” He said, the tremor in his voice barely noticeable but very real. “It’s important that I know.”

“Well… I don’t really know the future. I just know that I love you so much.”Bluey swallowed.

Hades’ expression barely shifted, but something inside him hurt real bad.

“Do you, really?” He murmured. “Or were you only attached to me because I forced you to?”

Bluey jerked back a little. “What the—”

“Just answer me,” He cut in, his voice strained. “Please, Bluey.”

He leaned closer, eyes filled with a fear so raw she felt it punch her chest.

“Do you… see a future with me?”

He paused, shaking his head once like he hated the way he phrased it.

“No. Let me rephrase the question.”

His thumb brushed the back of her hand gently, almost apologetically.

“Do you love me out of your own free will? Or are you just with me because I won’t let you go?”

Her heart was pounding so loud the room felt too small. Hades heard it, she could tell by the way his eyes flicked briefly to her chest.

The tone of his voice. The trembling edge under his calm. That deep sadness and fear leaking through his gaze.

It was unlike him.

It scared her.

Bluey’s throat tightened as she reached for his jaw.

“Hades…” She whispered. “Where is all this coming from?”

He didn’t answer.

He just looked at her like her next words could either save him or destroy him.

Bluey’s breath trembled as she cupped his face with both hands.

“Hades… listen to me,” She whispered, her voice already softening with emotion.

“I’m with you because I love you. Not because you forced me. Not because I’m scared. Not because I’m tied to you.”

Her voice cracked, and she leaned her forehead against his.

“I love you because when you hold me, I feel safe. Because you look at me like I’m the only thing that matters. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” Because even when you’re harsh, even when you’re cold, I see the good in you. The part you try to hide.”

He didn’t move. He barely breathed. Bluey swallowed hard, tears glassing her eyes.

“To answer your question, I see a future with you because I want one. Not because you said I have to and not because you made me stay. I want you, Hades.”

His jaw clenched. She saw the way his fingers shook against hers.

“And…” She whispered, voice shrinking. “If you think you’re unworthy of me, then you’re wrong. You’re so wrong.”

He looked down.

“Hades,” She whispered, brushing her lips against his, “….look at me.”

He did. Pain still darkened his eyes.

She kissed the corner of his mouth softly.

Then his cheek.

Then his jaw.

He trembled under her touch.

“You’re not perfect,” She murmured.

“…. and I don’t want you to fix anything. I don’t want perfection. I want you just the way you are.”

Her hands slid to the back of his neck, fingers weaving into his hair.

“You’re the only future I see.”

Hades inhaled sharply like her words were the first breath he’d taken all day.

Then he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, his hands gripping her waist like she was the only steady thing in his life.

He kissed her, slow, gentle, like he was asking permission with every breath.

Her hands slid down his bare chest, tracing his tattoos , the warmth of his skin.

He whispered against her lips..

“Bluey… I love you so much it hurts.”

She smiled through her tears as she pulled him fully between her legs, holding him close, letting him melt into her.

“It doesn’t have to hurt,” she whispered.

His breath shuddered.

And Hades finally…finally let himself believe it. He’s not going to let go of this girl. He’s going to protect her with his life.

He’s going to do everything to have that happily ever after, with her.

^^^^^

★𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★

Morgan sat at the dining table with Gael, quietly unfolding her napkin as Maureen placed the last dish on the table.

She stepped back to leave, but Gael suddenly reached for her wrist.

Maureen froze.

Morgan’s eyes widened in pure shock.

“Do you need anything else… Gael?” Maureen asked softly.

Gael blinked, as though he didn’t realize he’d grabbed her.

“Um… not really. I’ll call you if I do.” He let her go.

Maureen nodded and walked out, the tension she left behind hanging thick in the air.

Morgan stabbed her food a little too aggressively.

Gael turned to her. “Everything okay?”

“Um… is there anything going on between you two?” Morgan asked, voice neutral but her chest tight.

Gael held her gaze calmly. “You don’t mind, right?”

Morgan paused.

Does she mind?

Her father deserves happiness. She knows that. But he’s not really her father, even though she loves him with her whole heart.

The fact that he doesn’t know… that part hurts the most.

“If it makes you happy, then fine,” Morgan said quietly.

Gael reached for his glass. “Your mom still hasn’t agreed to sign the divorce papers. You should talk to her—”

“I don’t want to.” Morgan cut in, pushing food around her plate. “Can we please talk about something else?”

Gael sighed. “Sure.”

He took a bite of rice, then casually looked up.

“So, is it true your ranking dropped? Down to Jack?”

Morgan’s spoon paused mid-air. “You’re probably disappointed. It wasn’t even a one-on-one match. My dorm lost the house game, so it pulled me down badly.”

“It’s okay,” Gael said calmly, as if it didn’t bother him at all. “Your sigils won’t be necessary soon enough.”

“Huh? What does that mean?”Morgan blinked.

Gael only gave a small, cryptic smile, eyes lowering to his plate as if he’d already said too much.

“It’ll all make sense to you soon enough,” Gael said, his tone final.

Morgan swallowed. “Okay.”

“How is Trevor? Tell him to come visit me sometimes. Why didn’t he come with you today?”Gael shifted the topic.

“He… said he felt guilty.”Morgan lowered her gaze.

“Guilty? Why would he feel guilty? It’s not his fault his dad is a dickhead.”Gael frowned.

Morgan gave a small, tired exhale. “Sure. I’ll tell him.”

Gael nodded, studying her for a moment before continuing.

“Your birthday’s coming up. Do you need anything in particular? Want me to throw you a grand party at MIA?”

She pushed her food around her plate, avoiding his eyes.

“It’s not necessary. I’m not really… feeling the mood for this birthday.”

Gael’s expression softened, just a little but he didn’t push. He only murmured, “Alright. If you change your mind, you tell me.”

She nodded.

^^^^^

★𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐟𝐞★

Natalie, Nia, and Bluey sat around a small table, the smell of coffee and pastries in the air. Bluey poked at her snack without much interest, staring into space.

“Girl, that bubble tea ain’t gonna drink itself,” Nia teased, nudging the cup toward her.

Bluey let out a soft sigh, not even looking at it.

“Is there a problem? You look really down,” Natalie asked, concern lacing her tone.

Nia smirked knowingly. “Ooooh, did you have a fight with your boo?”

Bluey finally looked up, pouting dramatically.

“So… you guys did. Spill it. What happened?” Natalie pressed, leaning forward.

Bluey leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and giving a mischievous glance toward Nia.

“Nia,” she said, voice playful but tinged with seriousness, “how do you normally make your boyfriend happy?”

Nia blinked, a little caught off guard.

“Happy? Did you make your baby sad?” Nia asked, eyebrows raised, trying to gauge the situation.

Bluey shook her head, a small frown forming.

“It’s not that. He’s just… ever since we came back from the camp two days ago, I noticed he’s been distant. We haven’t even had a proper conversation until earlier this morning.”

“And?” Natalie pressed, leaning forward.

“He was… saying stuff, like whether I love him or see a future with him and things like that,” Bluey admitted, her voice softening.

“It got really messed up and emotional, and… I don’t know. I just… I want you to help me, how can I cheer him up.”

Nia exchanged a quick glance with Natalie, then smirked knowingly.

“Well, if you’re asking for help, you’ve come to the right girls,” She said, leaning in. “But first, tell us exactly what he said, so we know what kind of cheering up he needs.”

Bluey bit her lip, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she recalled the intensity of their conversation.

“It was… heavy. He… he said he was scared he might not be a good boyfriend, that he wasn’t sure if I stayed with him out of choice or because he forced me…”

Both Nia and Natalie’s expressions softened, realizing just how serious it had gotten.

“Whoa…” Natalie murmured. “Okay, yeah, that’s a lot. He really cares about you, Bluey. You just need to remind him that you love him… freely.”

Bluey nodded, sighing softly.

“I just… I don’t know how to make him stop feeling guilty. I want him to smile again.”

Natalie shrugged, a small smile on her lips.

“I mean, I’m not an expert in relationships or anything, but… you should just be yourself. Spend time with him, make him feel like you really want to be with him. That’s all he needs.”

Nia leaned back, nodding.

“And don’t always be the baby in the relationship. Baby your boyfriend too. Be sweet to him, show him you care.”

“Thanks, guys. I really needed that.”Bluey’s lips curved into a soft, grateful smile.

She took a deep breath, feeling a little lighter, ready to face Hades with a plan to remind him she loved him.

^^^^^

★𝐃’𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚★

The Villa sat just outside MIA, a looming, dark structure shrouded in shadows. Its walls were high, the perimeter lined with cameras and guards, a fortress for the darker dealings that took place inside.

Most of the organ transactions in the city were carried out here, discreet and heavily protected.

Hades stood in the expansive living room, hands tucked casually into his pockets, eyes scanning the dimly lit space.

The soft hum of air conditioning was the only sound until a familiar presence approached.

“Hey,” Mavka said, her voice lilting, stepping close enough to brush against him before wrapping her arms around his waist in a warm hug.

Hades didn’t move—hands still in pockets, expression neutral.

“What were you doing upstairs? I was waiting,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, more out of habit than emotion.

Mavka pulled back just enough to hold his hand, her fingers brushing his as she tilted her head in that almost-too-perfect, human way.

“Chill, I was charging. I overworked myself.” Her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile.

Hades glanced down at their joined hands, not flinching. “You’re always overworking yourself.”

Mavka leaned in slightly closer, letting her cheek almost graze his shoulder.

“And you’re always so serious. You need someone to lighten your mood, Hades.” Her voice was teasing, melodic, artificial in its perfection.

He didn’t reply, only let out a low hum, letting her flirtations roll off him like water.

“You hungry? The maids cooked,” Mavka asked, tilting her head.

“Nope,” Hades replied flatly, eyes drifting to the shadows outside the living room windows, as if already thinking about the next move.

Mavka’s lips pursed in mock disappointment, but she didn’t release his hand.

“You’re here. Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” Madam Rue said as she descended the stairs, each heel clicking sharply against the marble.

Hades didn’t bother hiding his irritation.

“You wanted to see me? What’s this about?” His voice was edged, cold, already pissed that he had been summoned.

“Easy there, boy.” Madam Rue lifted a brow, amused at his tone. “I was just checking on you. I heard you have a girlfriend.”

Hades’ jaw tensed. “You better leave my girl out of this.”

She chuckled lightly, a sound that held zero warmth.

“Don’t worry. Your personal life is none of my business, as long as you fulfill your duty as Joker until you graduate. That’s all I’m concerned about.”

“Sure, whatever,” Hades muttered.

“I’ll do what you want. But can you stop activating that chip? My head hurts, you know? I’m not Mavka—she’s an AI, she can probably handle your shit. I’m human. It hurts.”

Madam Rue waved a hand as if swatting at a minor inconvenience. “Fine. I’ll stop.”

“And stop calling me here for stupid conversations,” Hades added, stepping past her. “If it’s not mission-related, don’t bother. I really don’t like standing in the same space with you.”

He didn’t wait for her reply and walked out, the door closing behind him with a soft but final thud.

Madam Rue watched him leave, lips curling into a slow smirk.

“That fire in him,” she murmured. “I love it.”

—-

“Hades… wait up.” Mavka’s hand closed around his arm before he reached the car door.

He stopped, exhaling. “What is it?”

She stood there, shifting slightly, eyes too bright for someone trying to look casual. “I… um… when next can I see you?”

“See me?” Hades frowned. “Why’d you want to see me?”

Mavka’s gaze dropped for a split second. “Nothing really. I just… we rarely hang out like before. Since this semester began, you hardly come to see me.”

“You can come visit me at school,” Hades said simply.

Her face lit up instantly.

“Really? Thanks.”

She wrapped her arms around him.

Hades returned the hug, then pulled back. “I’m leaving now. Keep an eye on that woman.”

“Got it,” Mavka said with a nod.

He climbed into his car and drove off, the rumble fading into the distance.

Left alone, Mavka’s smile grew wider, unnaturally wide.

“Yayyy… at least I still have his attention,” She said softly, almost singing.

“He was mine first, and nothing’s going to change that. Even if he has a girlfriend.”

She twirled once, light and graceful like a doll.

“At least… his girlfriend and I can share him.”

Mavka chuckled, heading back inside the Villa.

^^^^^

★𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦★

It was 5 a.m. when Zayne finally heard footsteps outside his door. He shot up from the bed instantly.

The door opened, and Bluey walked in.

“What the f+k took you so long?”Zayne exhaled sharply.

Bluey shut the door with her foot, looking exhausted and irritated.

“Can you not yell at me?” she snapped.

His expression softened immediately.

“Sorry. I was just… anxious.” He moved to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“I waited since last night.”

Bluey slowly hugged him back, her hands resting on his back, not truly holding him, just touching.

“So,” She said calmly, pulling back, “what is it that you want?”

Zayne cupped her jaw, tilting her face up to his.

“I want you.” His voice was low, hungry.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Bluey.”

He didn’t wait for permission.

He kissed her deep, desperate, claiming.

Bluey let him, matching just enough to keep him hooked.

They moved blindly toward the bed until they fell onto it, lips still locked.

Zayne broke the kiss with a groan.

“F+k… your lips are so soft,” he muttered, eyes glued to her mouth.

His hands went straight to his belt, unbuckling it with shaking fingers, breath speeding up.

Bluey smirked.

“Calm down,” she said seductively, circling a slow finger down his chest, “shouldn’t there be foreplay first?”

Zayne froze, his whole body igniting at her tone.

Bluey’s voice dripped with seduction as she teased him, and Zayne’s breath hitched instantly.

He smirked, eyes darkening as he hovered above her on the bed.

“Foreplay?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down her thigh. “You want me to take my time with you?”

His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, dragging lightly across her stomach. His lips followed right after, kissing a line up her abdomen to her chest, slow and maddening.

Bluey let out a soft breath, playing along, her hand sliding into his hair.

Zayne groaned at the touch, leaning into it.

“I’ve wanted this since the first day I saw you,” he whispered against her skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He kissed up her collarbone, her neck, savoring every inch, and she made a soft sound that only urged him further.

His belt was fully undone now, but instead of rushing, he let it drop to the floor with a thud.

“You smell like him,” he murmured, brushing her lips with his. “But you taste like you’re mine.”

He kissed her again, deeper, harder—completely lost in her.

Bluey’s hands slid around his waist, holding him close… but her eyes flicked to the headboard.

Perfect.

She shifted under him, rolling her hips, making him groan into her mouth.

“God, Bluey…” he whispered, “I could let you ruin me.”

Her lips curled into a slow, calculated smile he didn’t notice.

Good.

She needed him right there, right now, exactly this desperate… so she could trap him without struggle.

“Lay back,” she breathed, guiding him gently, her hand on his chest. “Let me take care of you.”

Zayne obeyed instantly, falling onto his back with a hungry grin, not knowing he had just put himself exactly where she wanted him.

Bluey slid off the bed slowly, her gaze locked on him.

Zayne’s breath hitched.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down… slowly… deliberately… until they pooled at her knees.

She stepped out of them, now in nothing but her crop top and thin panties.

Zayne’s eyes went wide, pupils blown.

“You like what you see?” Bluey purred.

“F+k,” he groaned, sitting up on his elbows, staring like a starved animal. “I love it. Your thighs are to die for.”

Bluey smirked and crawled onto the bed again, swinging a leg over him until she was sitting straight on his lap, grinding gently.

His hands flew to her hips instantly, gripping hard.

“Shit…Bluey—” Zayne gasped, head falling back as she moved against him. “You’re so hot… I can’t—”

He was so lost in her, so drunk on the motion of her hips and the heat of her breath against his lips, that when she kissed him, wild, hot, devouring…. he moaned into her mouth, fingers digging into her skin.

He couldn’t handle her intensity.

Her pace.

Her heat.

He was drowning in it.

“Bluey, f+k—” he panted into her lips.

Then—

“AHHH—!!”

His whole body jolted as a sharp, burning sting pierced the side of his neck.

Zayne shoved her off, eyes wide and unfocused.

“What… what was that?” he slurred, blinking rapidly as the room tilted.

Bluey sat back on her heels, twirling the tiny injection needle between her fingers, smiling sweetly.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice dripping sugar and poison.

“Once you wake up… it’ll be a big surprise, my dear Zayne.”

His vision blurred.

His body went limp.

His eyes rolled shut.

And Bluey just chuckled—low and wicked qs he finally collapsed.

Bluey stepped off the bed calmly, brushing invisible dust from her knees as if she hadn’t just s+duced him into a perfect trap.

She walked over to the shelf, plucking the small hidden camera he’d angled earlier to record everything.

She held it up, rolling her eyes.

“What a dumbass,” she muttered.

She then reached for the black duffel bag she had brought with her earlier and unzipped it. Inside were restraints, cuffs, a water bottle, and a few other delightful tools.

Bluey smirked.

“Thanks, Sergio. I knew I could count on you.”

—

6:00 a.m.

Zayne jolted awake with a violent gasp as ice-cold water splashed across his face and chest.

“H–Huh—?!”

His eyes snapped open.

He blinked rapidly, confused then the confusion shifted into pure, crawling horror.

He was n+ked.

Fully naked.

Cuffed to a metal chair outside at the center of the dorms.

Arms bound behind him, ankles spread and tied to the legs of the chair, his entire body exposed.

His voice cracked.

“Wh—what is this?”

Bluey stood in front of him, arms folded, smirk sharp enough to cut him open.

“Oh,” she said sweetly, “…this? It’s exactly what you deserve.”

Zayne tugged at the restraints hard but they didn’t budge. His breathing turned fast, shallow.

“Bluey, stop. Hey…stop this. Please.”

His voice trembled.

She leaned down, her face inches from his trembling one.

“It’s 6 a.m.,” She whispered, grinning darkly.

“And guess what? Everyone’s awake.”

Zayne’s eyes blew wide.

“No…no, Bluey, please don’t—”

“You should’ve thought about that…” She cut him off, “…..before trying to blackmail me, before touching me.”

She straightened.

“Don’t ever mess with me, Zayne. I can be a little crazier than this.”

“Bluey—!! Wait—PLEASE!” he yelled, pulling so violently against the cuffs that his chair creaked. “Let me go! Don’t leave BLUEY!”

She didn’t even glance back.

Zayne’s panicked scream echoed behind her.

“STOP—BLUEY—PLEASE!! SOMEONE—DON’T COME OUT HERE—!!”

But it was too late.

Doors along the hallway flew open one by one as students poured out, confused at the noise.

💬 “Oh my God—why’s he naked?”

💬 “His dick is so small—?”

💬 “This is so embarrassing, who the hell tied him up?”

💬 “This guy’s body is an insane turn-off.”

The hallway erupted in whispers, gasps, shocked laughter, and the echo of snapping camera shutters.

Natalie stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging open.

Nia covered her lips with both hands as her face flushed red.

Loci’s eyes widened to the size of plates.

“Oh shit….Zayne?” Loci choked out. “What the hell—?”

Without wasting a second, Loci pushed through the crowd and rushed downstairs to help him.

Zayne sucked in a breath, chest rising and falling violently. Humiliation clawed at him, shame, fury, disbelief, all mixing into something that made him feel sick to his stomach.

Inside, his thoughts were venom.

I will so kill you, Bluey…

The whispers felt like knives against his skin.

He could feel all their eyes on him, watching him, judging him, laughing at him.

Never in his entire life did he expect this humiliation from a girl.

That weakling.

That fragile little thing.

Except she wasn’t.

And she had just destroyed him.

Tears of rage blurred his vision as he struggled against the cuffs.

His whole body trembled, whether from cold, fear, or fury, he didn’t even know anymore.

But one thing he knew for certain:

He had been humiliated in the worst way possible.

And Bluey didn’t just win.

She crushed him.

“I’LL KILL YOU… YOU DAMN PSYCHO!!” Zayne screamed.

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»𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰

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