𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘
RAVEN

At the tender age of thirteen, I felt something unfamiliar—a sensation that swelled within me, taking root in a place I didn't know existed. A crush. On him. From the very first moment I laid eyes on him, something inside me shifted. His presence consumed me, his every movement etched into my mind, like a secret obsession I couldn't shake. But to him, I was nothing. A shadow in the corner of his world. Unseen. Unheard. Invisible.

Time passed, as it always does, and we found ourselves in our senior year. A few more years of distance between us, but the craving—the insatiable yearning for him—never waned. If anything, it grew, festering deeper beneath the surface. He was still there, just as captivating, just as out of reach. The boy who never noticed me had become an obsession, and I, the forgotten girl, was still trapped in his unknowing grip.

By some cruel twist of fate, my step-sister, Ava, found herself tangled with him. What began as a fleeting one-night stand somehow morphed into something she foolishly believed was real. But I saw it for what it truly was: a farce. To him, their connection was nothing but a distraction, an empty liaison. He would vanish into the chaos of parties, his hands roaming over other girls as if he hadn't a care in the world. And there I was, forced to watch, helpless as his indifference tore at me.

Strangely, I found myself in his orbit more than anyone else. Our paths seemed to cross more frequently, as if fate were pushing us closer. Every time I dared to glance his way, his intense gaze was already there, burning into me, sending a chill down my spine. Even when I looked away, I could feel it, the weight of his eyes, unrelenting, haunting me.

As our senior year looms ahead, Ava still clings to the illusion of their "relationship." They meet in secret, their rendezvous like whispered promises in the night. But I know better. True couples don't linger with longing gazes for others. And I? I am always there, the silent witness to his ever-present attention on me.

I wanted him badly.

I tried to resist it. Tried to stay away. But the temptation... the pull... it became too strong. How could I ignore the magnetic force between us, the way his presence consumed me without a word? Even now, I lie still, hearing the disgusting moans and sounds of their illicit trysts reverberating through the thin walls. My parents are out, Ava is with him, and yet, it's his mind I can't escape. He's with her, but his thoughts are on me.

I know him more intimately than she ever will. I know his every move, his every secret, his every mischievous stunt. While Ava believes she's the center of his world, I'm the one who holds the pieces of him no one else sees. He may not remember her birthday, but mine? He always calls me at midnight, whispering, "Bad birthday, little devil," from the other line. It's the one thing that's always been mine, even when he's with her.

He was mine.

He belonged to me.

My fallen angel.

Alessio has always held power over me. Not the kind of power one wields with force, but with a simple word, a look, a laugh. He knows how to make me feel seen, unique, extraordinary. And yet, he's the same person who could tear me apart with a single, cutting remark.

Alessio is everything I should fear. Everything I should avoid. Wicked, dangerous, and undeniably magnetic. He's the kind of guy who will make you laugh in one breath, and break your heart in the next. And despite every warning, every rational thought, I find myself helplessly drawn to him.

I blasted the music, cranked it up to drown out the noise, but it didn't work. The bed creaked, the rhythm of their movements pounding through the walls, each thrust reverberating like a hammer in my chest. I tried to distract myself, tried to lose myself in the beat, but it was impossible. The sounds, the moans, the terrible imaginations—I couldn't escape it.