LOGINCyrus Blackwood
I pulled out my lighter, a sharp metallic sound cut through the air as I flicked the flint to light my cigarette. I took a deep puff before slowly exhaling. I leaned my elbows on the hood of my car as I kept my eyes trained on the receding figure of the new transfer student. I did not need to look at her face to tell that she was seething. The way her shoulders stiffened when I waved was very amusing. She was catching up to my intentions. That made things clear.
I sensed Ethan standing beside me, keeping his eyes on his phone playing some game. “She’s pretty audacious.”
I hummed in reply, “she is pretty…” I trailed off as her small figure retreated to a corner, “audacious.”
Suddenly, I felt the lights knock out of me as Ryan hooked his arm around my shoulder. His cologne and gym sweat invaded my sense of smell. “Man this is so unlike you,” He grunted, his voice vibrating in my ear as he headlocked me. “By this time you’d have us beating them to a pulp.”
"Gosh, let me breathe, you blockhead.” I shoved him away as I looked at my nearly burnt-out cigarette before sighing and throwing it away.
“Come on man, this semester is no fun.” Ryan huffed before crossing his arms, “Last time that kid-”
“Ugh, don't mention him.” Lucas walked towards us as he waved his new fling away. He pulled out his cigarette and motioned for me to light it up. “By the way, heard someone berate you today?”
“Do you not live in this world? It happened right in front of you," Ethan retorted.
I chuckled before answering, “Yeah but it was no big deal. This one’s a little different and I'll let her play for some time."
The second I said ‘this one’ they understood that I did not take this easily. I may have kept an upfront of having a solid shell but internally I was itching to retort back. However, that was new so I wanted to observe for some time.
Lucas murmured a small curse as he almost burned his finger from the cigarette before saying, “You know, the night is coming.”
I nod in acknowledgement. I knew the night was approaching. The night when the entire fraternity house held an annual party and this time it was our turn to host it. We had months to prepare. We hosted parties during our high school years and they always outshone every other party. This time it was no less than before. I had to up my game and for that I needed a scapegoat.
We needed to hunt before the party but the prey just walked in our trap.
“Nah man, I have a feeling it won’t be fun,” Ryan was still grovelling over the fact that he could not find a punching bag after his last one dropped out.
“Don’t worry about it, you know it’s no different this time for you guys.” I said before I threw my cigarette on the ground, crushing it with the heel of my shoes. I needed to think fast before the party approached. "Alright, back to class.”
As soon as we stepped into the building, a mask fell over my face. In these buildings I was the crown prince. The smile that I practiced for months fell politely on my face as I nodded and greeted people passing by knowing I had an image to maintain for people’s eyes and for the security cameras that my father undoubtedly checked.
Ethan fell into step with me while the rest of them groaned. “Can’t we bunk this time?” Lucas groaned.
I shot him a cold look which withered him instantly as he adjusted his collars. They knew I could not play about missing classes. Sebastian already received more praise than needed. And I already received enough backlash. Being a brother of the most successful child of the house was hard enough on me. I did not need to add to the list of disappointments my father claimed I caused him.
Knowing my father, he monitored each and every move of mine. He did not care what I did out of campus but as soon as I stepped in, all eyes were on me. Even my fathers.
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After the last class ended for the day I saw the new transfer walking away from her locker. A smirk formed on my face as I strode towards her and in her way.
“Heya, we started on the wrong foot,” I started, “Heard you’re new around here.” I stated, feigning a genuine smile. Her jaw tightened as she realised I was not just passing by.
“You’d know that already since you own the place.” She countered.
“Ah, so you're familiar with everything now?” I asked as I raised my brow.
“What do you want?” She asked. “I need to be somewhere right now.”
“Ohhh she’s a busy person.” Ryan whistled as he loomed over her, his shadow swallowed her whole as one heavy arm landed on her shoulder. But it looked awkward with the girl being short and Ryan being a giant. She rolled her eyes before shoving his arm away. The rest of them come over to surround her.
I raised a hand to silence them. “At least introduce yourself.”
“I don’t have to.” She said lazily as she stared at me squarely. Something about her stare was unnerving but I liked this change. I saw something swirl in her hazel eyes. My smile got wider as she shoved past me and walked away without looking back.
“She’s such a bitch. I would've punched her right there if it weren’t for you.” Ryan seethed.
“So why didn’t you?” I asked as I turned around to inquire. “Are you scared of her?”
He did not meet my eyes. The truth was that I had not given them the signal to go mess with her until now. They could have their fun until it was my turn to play.
This was going to be very fun.
Wren CarterSomething was wrong with Cyrus.At first, I told myself I was imagining it.Maybe he was busy. Maybe his father had buried him under another mountain of responsibilities. Maybe he was simply giving me the space I'd once begged him for.But no matter how many excuses I came up with, none of them felt right.Because this wasn't the Cyrus I'd slowly begun to know.The Cyrus who would send me a sarcastic text after class.The Cyrus who would somehow appear outside the hospital at exactly the same time as my visits.The Cyrus who had started smiling more than smirking.This Cyrus...Looked haunted.It had been three days since we'd visited my mother together.Three days since we'd laughed over burnt pancakes he had proudly insisted were "perfectly edible."Three days since we'd sat under the stars talking about absolutely nothing.And in those three days, something inside him had changed.He still walked me home.He still made sure I reached my apartment safely.He still called
Cyrus Blackwood There were days when I wished ignorance had stayed bliss. Today wasn't one of them. I was halfway through dismantling the punching bag hanging in my private gym when my phone buzzed across the bench beside my towel. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I ignored it, driving another punch into the leather until the chain rattled violently above me. The ache in my knuckles was welcome. Physical pain was easier to deal with than the constant war going on inside my head. Wren. She had occupied every waking thought of mine for weeks now. Was she sleeping enough? Was she eating? Had her mother gotten better? Were those bastards still watching her? The questions never stopped. My phone buzzed again. This time, I glanced at the screen. Marcus. The investigator I had connections with. Immediately, my posture stiffened. Marcus never called unless he had something important. I grabbed the phone before the third ring. "What?" "I found something." Those three words we
Cyrus BlackwoodI wasn't sure what terrified me more. Business meetings with my father.Or asking Wren Carter to have dinner with me.At least in business meetings I knew exactly how I'd fail.With Wren...I never knew.Mrs. Carter had eventually fallen asleep after exhausting herself talking more than the doctors probably approved of, leaving Wren and me quietly walking side by side through the hospital corridor. Neither of us felt the need to fill the silence. It wasn't uncomfortable anymore. Somewhere along the way, silence with her had become... peaceful.She was adjusting the strap of her bag when I finally worked up the courage."Wren?""Hm?"She looked over.My rehearsed speech disappeared instantly."I..." I scratched the back of my neck. "I wanted to ask you something."She stopped walking. I almost wished she hadn't. Now she was actually waiting. Patiently."What is it?"I took a slow breath. "Would you..."No.Too direct."I was thinking maybe..."Still terrible.She tilted
Wren CarterThe elevator ride to my mother's floor felt strangely... peaceful.For once, my mind wasn't occupied by threatening messages or Adrian's confession or wondering whether someone was watching me.Instead, I found myself painfully aware of the man standing beside me.Cyrus leaned casually against the wall of the elevator, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans while the other held a small paper bag from the bakery downstairs.I glanced at it."You bought something?"He looked down as though he'd forgotten he was holding it."Oh."A sheepish smile tugged at his lips."Your mom likes those strawberry cream pastries."I blinked."You remembered?"He looked genuinely confused."Of course."Then, after a brief pause, he added quietly,"She mentioned it the second time I visited."The second time.He remembered something so insignificant that even I had forgotten she'd mentioned it.Before I could stop myself, I smiled.A real one.He caught it immediately."What?""Nothing."
Cyrus BlackwoodIf someone had told me a month ago that my Saturday morning would begin with Wren Carter calling me first...I would've laughed in their face.Yet here I was.Standing in my room with a folder full of reports spread across my desk, trying to make sense of names, numbers, and dead ends that all somehow led back to the men hunting Wren.Nothing fit together.Every lead I chased either disappeared or circled back to another fake identity.The photograph of her mother.The threatening messages.Adrian.The loan sharks.It all felt connected, but there was still a missing piece.One piece.And until I found it...Wren wasn't safe.I rubbed a tired hand over my face before throwing another file onto the desk with a frustrated sigh."Damn it."For the first time in years, I felt useless.No amount of money.No family influence.No connections.Nothing seemed enough.Whoever these people were...They knew how to disappear.I leaned both hands against the desk, staring blankly
Cyrus BlackwoodBy the time I pulled into the driveway, it was well past midnight.The entire estate was lit up as if someone important had arrived.That usually meant one thing.My father was home.I shut off the engine and sat there for a few seconds, rubbing my face with both hands. After everything Ryan had uncovered tonight, the last thing I wanted was another lecture from him.Unfortunately...Life rarely cared what I wanted.The moment I stepped through the front doors, one of the house staff approached me cautiously."Mr. Blackwood is waiting for you in his study, sir."Of course he was.I nodded once before making my way down the familiar hallway.The door was already open.My father stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows with a glass of whiskey in one hand, his back facing me. He didn't bother turning around when I entered."I hear you've been busy."I closed the door behind me."If this is about Christy—""It isn't."His calm tone somehow felt more dangerous than if he h
Wren CarterCyrus barely reacted to the shove.His eyes stayed locked on me with that same intense expression that had been haunting me for days now.“You are.”I stared at him incredulously.“What?”“You’re my problem, Wren.”The words came out rough.Raw.And before I could even process them, he
Wren CarterOf course.Of. Course.Because apparently the universe woke up every morning and chose violence specifically against me.The moment my eyes landed on Cyrus, my entire body stiffened.And the worst part?He was already staring at me.Not casually.Not coincidentally.Directly.Intensely.
Wren’s PovBy the time my last class ended, my brain felt completely fried.Between Cyrus cornering me outside the scholarship office, the cafeteria disaster yesterday, and the nonstop whispers around campus, I was hanging onto my sanity by a thread. All I wanted was to get home, curl into bed, and
Wren CarterI stared at Cyrus like he had completely lost his mind. He sat beside me so casually, like we did this every day. Like he hadn’t spent months tormenting me. Like he hadn’t cornered me last night and kissed me until my brain stopped functioning.And somehow—That wasn’t even the worst pa







