LOGINVegas didn't go to the match. The moment he saw Autumn stand up from the table across the cafe, something clicked into place. A photo alongside too obvious information wasn’t enough. The boy who had been etched into his mind was right there, real and within reach. He wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away.
He ignored the confused looks his friends gave him as he slipped out of the cafe, following them. The bright afternoon light hit him hard, forcing him to squint. He watched as Autumn and his loud friend walked side by side on the path back to campus, their voices mixing with the chatter from the crowd. He kept a small distance, blending into the sea of students who seemed to be in a rush to afternoon classes. Vegas kept a careful distance, blending seamlessly into the crowd while his eyes stayed fixed on his target. The yellow sweater Autumn wore acted as a dead giveaway among the sea of grays and blacks. He noticed how Autumn's back remained slightly hunched, as though in a bid to make himself look smaller, how he fiddled with his keys, and the way he smiled coyly whenever his friend teased him about something. When they reached the main campus area, Allison eventually waved goodbye with exaggerated enthusiasm before disappearing into a group heading toward the science building. He stayed alert, following Autumn as he walked toward the Architecture building. He sat on a shaded bench beside the entrance as Autumn walked in. Hopefully, he wouldn't be too long, but he was determined to find out everything he needed from him. The semester had just begun, and routines gave a lot away. He checked his watch constantly. Twenty, thirty, and in about forty minutes, he saw Autumn walk out of the building with a large sketchbook under his left arm. Next, Autumn went into the convenience store near the dorm. He watched through the glass window as he smiled at the man who had attended to him, thanking him profusely as he handed him the orange juice and gum. Then he followed him into the library, carefully picking out some books, moving so precisely and quietly like he didn't want to disturb the silence that existed, all the while constantly looking over his shoulder. Vegas made sure to stand a few shelves away. After picking out some books and packing them neatly into his backpack, he stepped out with Vegas on his trail. A small smirk lit across Vegas' face as he watched him, thinking of the power he discreetly wielded at the moment. Autumn was so soft and unsuspecting, and this made things much more fun than he could have imagined. Autumn boarded a bus to a rather quiet neighborhood, with Vegas taking his car, following two cars behind. When Autumn stepped out, he watched as he walked toward a modest house with a fruit stall in front. This obviously was his mom's, as it fit the description Aaron had given perfectly. He watched him hug a middle-aged woman who held out her hands in front of him, their laughter chiming as they walked into the house. Autumn stayed for dinner since his mom had insisted, filled with glee as she asked him how his day went. Vegas killed the engine and decided to wait in his car, pulling out his phone to go through the information Aaron had sent once more, jotting down the things he had observed so far. He was just too easy, and he'd found out a couple of things in just one day. Information was everything, and that brought about control. He just had to be in control at all times. Autumn watched his mom as she busied herself with the dishes, refusing any help in setting the table. He looked around their tiny apartment, a little bookshelf pushed against the wall in the corner, the worn-out wallpaper falling apart at the edges, one old couch, and the compact kitchen overlooking the living room with a staircase that led to the small bedroom and bathroom. His mom always worked tirelessly, though the debts sadly just kept piling up. He'd noticed the heavy bags that rested on her face, but she always wore a smile, though it was obvious she did it so he wouldn't worry about her. “Eat up, sweetie,” she said to Autumn, who had been lost in his thoughts, the ache of their finances weighing heavily on him. The air fell silent as they had dinner. He poked around his food, keeping his head down. They hadn't really had much to talk about lately, aside from the usual since the time they moved out here. He tried to shake off the feeling, determined that he'd choose this a million times over what their lives had been like previously. After finishing the meal, he headed straight to the sink to help wash the dishes before she could disagree. It had gotten quite late, he noted as she handed him some groceries and leftovers. The sky had turned a deep indigo, and a gentle breeze blew by. He gave her a quick hug before turning to leave. Vegas had been waiting patiently, staring straight at Autumn as he stood by the side of the road waiting for a bus that was headed to campus. One rolled by a few minutes later and he waited for him to get in before starting the engine of his car, following behind again, this time a bit more closely. When Autumn got to the steps at the entrance of the dorm, he looked over his shoulder again, this time like he actually felt the weight of being watched. His eyes searched around fervently through the hazy lights, causing Vegas to move slightly in his car to avoid locking eyes directly with him. He heard footsteps a bit later as Autumn disappeared into the building. He sat upright, watching a lit window on the third floor until bright lights flickered on. A pretty simple life, easy to infiltrate. Satisfaction spread across Vegas’s face as he leaned back in the driver’s seat. He already knew what tomorrow’s move would be. The game had officially begun, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.Over the next couple of days, Autumn assumed his official position as Vegas' lap dog, much to the notice of about half the campus and much to his dismay.He would dart to stores, his faculty, and the cafe between classes, accidentally knocking himself down a few times.He barely had any time left between that and his schoolwork, now growing accustomed to passing out on his bed the moment he touched it when he finally shut off his laptop.Sometimes, Vegas would act as though he were a decent human being, even patting his head whenever he made one of his deliveries, causing the rumor to go wild.While other times, it seemed as though he was trying to mess him up more aggressively, eyes glaring as if Autumn had done something gravely wrong.On one occasion, Vegas had tossed a cup of bubble tea at his arm, grumbling about him mixing up the flavor, causing the brown liquid to spill all over his plain white shirt, the dribble hitting the floor comically.“That’s gotta stick,” someone yelled
It was supposed to have been like any other day. Just heading to class, his backpack slung over one arm while tucking the large sketchbook under his arm, a strand of hair or two slightly falling over his face.Today, however, had been different.Autumn stared out of the car at the students in little clusters at the front of the building, some checking out the boards pasted on the wall.He was one long breath away from possibly choking, the thought of gaining more attention putting him in fight or flight mode.But he didn't react all that much, not outwardly anyway.“Thanks for the ride,” he managed, sparing only a glance at Vegas, who'd been driving silently the whole time, which somehow seemed to make him more nervous.Even more annoying, he didn't even give a fucking reply.Autumn stepped out of the car quickly, walking past several people before deciding to stick to the corner after almost bumping into someone.By the time he got to the entrance, he suddenly turned back, his head d
Autumn lay awake on his new, unfamiliar bed, the silk sheets not bringing much comfort as he kept tossing around. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the AC.Sure, he wouldn’t say his tiny room with the old paint and loud bangs coming from some rooms on his floor had been heaven, but he longed for the feeling of independence he’d had until now.The new space just wasn’t his and would never be, so it was proving hard to make do with it.He ran a hand over his pajamas, trying to activate some feeling of actual warmth in the almost too-cool room.He looked around the dimly lit room, taking in the hours spent on arrangements. His books and sketchbooks were neatly laid out on the large desk, with a laptop beside them, along with a few building models at the end, resting against the wall.The closet hadn’t even been filled up to a tenth after folding and hanging all his clothes and other personal items, testing out the robes that’d been provided a bit too languidly.He couldn’t eve
Vegas was already seated at the dining table when Autumn came downstairs, Aaron heading toward the door as soon as he walked in.The air was thick with the rich, savory smell of grilled steak and roasted garlic. Warm, buttery bread sat in a basket, its golden crust still steaming slightly.The faint sweetness of caramelized onions and herbs mixed with the sharp tang of red wine that Vegas had already poured into two glasses. The plates looked expensive—heavy, white ceramic that clinked loudly as they were set on the table, the middle-aged chef also heading outwards.“Well, don’t just stand there,” Vegas grumbled, voice low and flat. He didn’t look up at first. He kept cutting into his steak, the knife sliding through the meat with a soft hiss, juices pooling dark and glossy on the plate.Autumn pulled out a chair, settling down stiffly. The wooden chair felt cold and hard. ‘I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be sitting at his table like this is normal. Like I belong to him.’ The thought
The next day came too fast. Autumn stood outside his dorm with a single duffel bag, the strap digging into his shoulder, and a red traveling box on his right. The black car pulled up right on time. “2 sharp,” Vegas had texted earlier, along with a smug sticker, much to his annoyance. The driver took his bags without a word and opened the door. Autumn climbed in, heart heavy, the anguish of being situated right under his nose burning into his mind, filling him with all sorts of crazy thoughts. “What if he chokes me in my sleep?” he mumbled, looking at the front mirror in case the driver had heard him, hoping not to come off as deluded. He had packed only essentials: clothes, sketchbooks, a laptop, a charger, and a couple of personal items from his mom. Everything else hadn't seemed all that necessary, resolving to stop by for them whenever. The drive felt short compared to last time, his thoughts racing the whole time. When the elevator doors opened into the penthouse, Autumn step
Julian kept going, casual as ever. The conversation dragged on. He asked about Autumn’s favorite classes, what he thought of the clubs on campus, and even joked about how hard it must be to balance social life with the architecture workload.Autumn answered in short, awkward sentences, shifting on his feet, eyes darting to Vegas every few seconds.Vegas shot him a flat look. "Why are you talking so much?"Julian grinned. "Because one of us has to. You look like you're about three seconds away from committing a felony."Autumn almost choked. For a moment, the tension eased. Almost. Vegas didn't laugh. His gaze slid back to Autumn immediately, intense enough to make his stomach knot. Julian noticed."Oh." The grin slowly slipped from his face. "Oh, you two were in the middle of something.""We're leaving," Vegas said.Autumn stiffened.Julian raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't a suggestion, was it?""No.""Right."An awkward silence followed. Julian looked between them, clearly trying to f
Autumn was panting by the time he reached his next class, having sprinted all the way from Vegas’s block. Sweat plastered his shirt to his back, and the sun had only made things worse—his face flushed, dripping.“Come on, Cedric, the professor’s already inside,” someone called. Autumn wiped his for
The lecture hall was buzzing with the usual end-of-class energy as Professor Harlan wrapped up his slides. The third-year Real Estate Development course was one of the few classes Vegas actually attended regularly, mostly because his father expected him to maintain a strong academic record in the f
“My driver’s going to drop you off,” Vegas announced as he rose from his seat. They had gone on for two more hours, poring over the design plans, Vegas asking sharp questions and Autumn answering as professionally as he could manage. The tension in the room had never really eased.Autumn got up qui
Autumn had fallen asleep, having jammed his head into a migraine. He was startled awake by the buzzing phone on the side of the bed. He didn't even check to see who it was before picking it up.“Hello, who is this?” he asked, yawning softly, his hands coming over his mouth to silence it.“Your new







