lucy_mumbua

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach.  

They don’t know me. Not really.  

Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away.  

I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments.  

But then there’s her.  

June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience.  

She thinks she can handle me.  

She’s dead wrong.  

Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies.  

June doesn’t belong in my world.  

But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under.  

And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Fake Dating The Bad Boy

My voice cut through the air like a blade. Cold. Final.

The control room went quiet. The team, already halfway to the doors, froze mid-step. Rico turned toward me, confusion flickering in his eyes like static.

"I said stand down," I repeated, louder this time.

"You sure?" he asked, hesitant. "We've got her heat signature—we can get to her in under twenty minutes."

I didn't answer right away. I stared at the live feed on the screen—her figure, small and shivering, moving quickly through the trees like a ghost. Her hood drawn tight. Her hands clenched into fists. Not running wild with fear… but not running home either.

It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.

"She left," I murmured. "She chose to leave."

Letting Her Go