LOGINSilius arrived at the office a full fifteen minutes before Marco expected him, the way he always did. It had become a kind of ritual over the past eight years — arrive early, straighten his tie in the elevator's reflective doors, knock twice, and wait for Marco Volkov to open the door himself rather than let an assistant do it for him. Marco always insisted on that. He said it made the office feel less like a fortress. The door opened, and Marco stood there in his usual crisp shirt, hair still damp from a morning he'd clearly rushed through. "Good morning, sir," Silius said, offering a small smile as he stepped inside. "We have a meeting at ten with the xxx company." Marco huffed, not quite a laugh, and reached out to ruffle Silius's hair before he could duck away. "Stop speaking to me so formally." "But I'm your secretary," Silius said, swatting his hand away with practiced ease, though the smile didn't leave his face. "Okay. Then I'm firing you from your job." Silius blinked.
Mathew left without even seeing Silius one last time.There had been no warning, no final glance over his shoulder, no lingering touch to remember him by. One day he was simply gone, and Silius had spent the following weeks combing through every place they used to haunt together, certain he would find him tucked into some corner of their old life. But Mathew was already gone — without saying goodbye, without saying when he'd be back, without saying anything at all.It was that day, standing alone in a doorway that no longer meant anything, that Silius finally admitted the truth he had spent so long avoiding. He had feelings for Mathew. Real ones. The kind that didn't announce themselves quietly but crashed through every excuse he'd built to keep himself safe. And just like that — the moment he let himself feel it — Mathew was gone, as if the universe had been listening and decided to punish him for the admission.The void Mathew left behind didn't fade. Silius had expected it to, the
"No, no, no," Silius said quickly, shaking his head at Michael. "Mathew won't do such things." His hands were trembling slightly, though he tried to keep his voice steady. "I know him…. he's hot-tempered, but he won't—""There's evidence, Silius," Michael cut in, voice flat and unhurried, entirely certain of what he was saying.Silius's protest died in his throat."And he himself confessed," Michael continued, "that it was him who did it.""H… he might have his reasons," Silius said, the words weak even to his own ears, grasping for something, anything, that might make sense of it all."For killing someone?" Michael's eyebrows lifted, disbelief written plainly across his face. "What the heck is wrong with you? You weren't like this before."The accusation landed harder than Silius expected. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to defend a position he wasn't even entirely certain he believed himself."You think someone can take another person's life," Michael pressed,
Silius and Rile stood in front of the huge house, music already thumping faintly through its windows, spilling warm light out across the front lawn. Silius clenched his phone tightly in both hands, nerves twisting sharper the longer he stood there."Rile…." he said quietly, glancing sideways at her. "Should we go back? I don't feel so good.""Ooh come on," Rile said, waving off his hesitation entirely. "Let's just enjoy the party."*Ting.*Silius's stomach dropped the second his phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced down, already dreading it before he'd even read the words.*Where are you?* Mathew's message read, the little typing bubble still pulsing beneath it like he was already drafting the next one."Omg," Silius breathed, panic flooding through him all at once. "What should I do?" His thumb hovered uselessly over the screen. "I think he knows…. he'll kill me for sure." A tiny, anxious emoji followed the thought, entirely inadequate to the terror actually sitting in his chest."Ug
"It's tonight at his house," the message read, buried somewhere near the top of the group chat that had been steadily lighting up Silius's phone all afternoon.*I'm in,* Rile replied almost instantly.Silius stared at the thread for a long moment before typing out his own response. "Ooh i… I don't think I can join you guys."*Ooww.. Why not?* Rile shot back.He hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen. There wasn't really a good way to explain it — not without sounding completely ridiculous, or worse, completely controlled. *(How can I say that someone had left a threatening note on my table saying that I shouldn't talk or meet with anyone else?)* he thought bitterly, the words never quite making it into the chat itself. *(He'll kill me if he knows that I went to Josh's party.)*It wasn't an exaggeration, either. Mathew had made his position on the matter painfully clear before he'd even left — the possessive warning whispered against his sleeping ear about anyone who dared get close
The next day, Silius barely had time to sit down before Rile's message came through, blunt and gleeful in equal measure.*YOU KISSED HIM?*Silius groaned, thumbs flying across his phone screen with far more force than necessary. "SHUT UP," he typed, and then, because Rile clearly wasn't going to let this go, "This is why I didn't wanna tell you."*Ooh come on… it's a big deal,* Rile shot back immediately. *You kissed him.* A pause, and then, with unmistakable delight, *Was it good? Silius stared at his screen, face already burning at the memory, and sent back the only response he could muster. *Come on, you can tell me,* Rile pressed, refusing to be deterred by his silence."Yeah, no thanks," Silius typed back flatly.There was a brief pause before Rile's next message arrived, the teasing tone shifting into something more genuinely curious. *Wait… so you're gonna start dating now?*Silius hesitated over his phone, thumb hovering, before finally typing out the truth. "I…. I don't kno
I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream ca
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