Damien
They were the top of their class—respected, feared, untouchable. To everyone else, they were rivals: always tied for first, always one step ahead. But neither of them cared for admiration or competition. Not really. Behind locked doors, their war took on a different form. It wasn’t love. Not even desire, not in the way most people understood it. It was pressure. Release. Control. A transaction with no spoken terms, no emotional weight, and no future. She came to him because it was easier than pretending to feel anything. He took her because she didn’t ask for affection. No names, no promises, no soft glances. Only silence and skin—burning, fast, then done. Afterward, they didn’t touch. They didn’t talk. They walked past each other in hallways like strangers, except for the faint trace of something darker in their eyes. Not longing. Just knowledge. A shared secret made of sharp edges and cold hands. Love had no place between them. It never did. And they were better off that way.
About Damien
They were the top of their class—respected, feared, untouchable. To everyone else, they were rivals: always tied for first, always one step ahead. But neither of them cared for admiration or competition. Not really. Behind locked doors, their war took on a different form. It wasn’t love. Not even desire, not in the way most people understood i...Read more