Deadly Nightshade MXMXM

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The morning light filtered through the grimy windows of the classroom, casting a dull glow over the students as they shuffled in for the day's lessons. Azrael took his seat, determined to maintain his resolve. He knew that avoiding Kieran and Lucian would be nearly impossible, but he was desperate to keep his distance from them, even if only emotionally.

As he settled into his chair, his eyes flickered towards the front of the class, where the twins sat. They were the embodiment of dark allure—Kieran's intense gaze and Lucian's cold elegance both exuded a dangerous charm that made it hard for Azrael to ignore them. Despite the turbulence raging inside him, Azrael forced himself to adopt a mask of indifference. He stared blankly ahead, trying to keep his emotions in check.

The tension in the classroom was palpable, the presence of the twins casting a shadow over everyone. Azrael felt a pang in his chest, a physical ache that seemed to echo the emotional turmoil he was trying to suppress. The realization that they were his mates only heightened his sense of dread. Every glance towards them was a reminder of his helplessness, and the constant reminder of their beauty and dominance was a cruel twist of fate.

The twins, for their part, appeared to be completely engrossed in their own world. Kieran leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips, while Lucian's gaze remained focused and unyielding. They were as stunning as ever, their presence both captivating and intimidating. Yet, for all their allure, they seemed to disregard Azrael entirely, their attention elsewhere.

This only served to exacerbate Azrael's inner conflict. On one hand, their apparent disinterest was a relief—he didn't want to be the center of their attention, not now, not ever. On the other, their indifference only made his pain more pronounced. The emotional distance he was trying to maintain seemed to make the ache in his heart grow stronger.

As the class dragged on, Azrael's mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts. He knew that avoiding the twins was a futile endeavor in the long run. They had too much influence over his daily life—shared classes, unavoidable encounters, and the constant reminders of their existence. The idea of rejecting them, of fighting against this bond that fate had cruelly imposed upon him, felt like an insurmountable challenge.

Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their presence. Every now and then, he would catch a glimpse of Kieran's intense stare or Lucian's calculating gaze. Though they didn't approach him or acknowledge him in any way, their mere presence was a constant, unnerving reminder of his predicament.

The bell signaling the end of the class rang, jolting Azrael from his reverie. He quickly gathered his belongings, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere. As he made his way out of the classroom, he felt the twins' eyes on him, though he refused to turn around. The ache in his chest was a constant reminder of his internal struggle, and he knew that avoiding them—both physically and emotionally—was becoming increasingly difficult.

Azrael walked through the dimly lit hallways of the academy, his mind preoccupied with the overwhelming revelation that the twins, Kieran and Lucian, were his mates. It was a truth he struggled to accept, and his days were now a tumultuous mix of avoidance and unavoidable encounters. Today seemed no different, or so he thought.

As he turned a corner, he was met with a familiar, unwelcome sight. His initial tormentor, Damian, stood there, a sinister grin spreading across his face. Azrael's heart skipped a beat, but he steeled himself, unwilling to show any sign of weakness.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little omega who got lucky," Damian sneered, stepping closer. The mocking tone in his voice made Azrael's blood boil. He had thought that beating Damian in their first encounter at the gauntlet would be the end of it, but it seemed that he was back for more.

Azrael squared his shoulders. "What do you want, Damian?"

"Oh, just a rematch," Damian said, his grin widening. "You humiliated me last time, and I can't let that slide."

Before Azrael could react, Damian's fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling back. The hallway seemed to close in around him as pain exploded across his face. He barely had time to regain his footing before Damian was on him again, raining blows on his body.

Azrael fought back, his rage fueling his strikes, but Damian's size and strength were overwhelming. Just as Damian's fist was about to connect with his face again, there was a blur of movement.

Kieran and Lucian appeared out of nowhere, their eyes blazing with fury. Lucian grabbed Damian by the collar and threw him against the wall with a sickening thud, while Kieran stepped in front of Azrael, his presence radiating a dark, protective aura.

"You dare touch what belongs to us?" Kieran's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. Damian's eyes widened in fear, but he was too stunned to move.

Lucian advanced on Damian, his expression cold and merciless. "You've made a grave mistake, Damian. Nobody harms our pet and gets away with it."

The twins descended on Damian like wolves on prey. Lucian's fists flew with brutal precision, each punch eliciting a pained grunt from Damian. Kieran joined in, his kicks landing with bone-crushing force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, the crack of bones breaking, and Damian's pained cries echoed through the hallway.

Azrael watched in a daze, a part of him horrified by the violence, but another part, a darker part, relished the sight. Damian had tormented him, humiliated him, and now he was getting what he deserved.

Lucian grabbed Damian by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his bloodied face. "Look at him, Azrael," Lucian commanded. "See what happens to those who dare to touch you."

Azrael's eyes locked onto Damian's beaten form, the bully's face barely recognizable through the blood and bruises. There was a twisted satisfaction in seeing Damian brought to this state, a sick pleasure in witnessing his tormentor's downfall.

Kieran crouched down, grabbing Damian's chin and forcing him to look up. "Do you understand now?" he asked, his voice eerily calm. "Azrael is ours. Harm him again, and we won't be so merciful."

Damian could only whimper in response, his eyes filled with fear. Kieran released him, and he crumpled to the ground, barely conscious. The twins turned their attention back to Azrael, their expressions softening slightly.

"Are you alright?" Lucian asked, reaching out to touch Azrael's cheek.

Azrael flinched but nodded, his mind reeling from the rapid turn of events. "I... I'm fine."

Kieran's gaze was intense, almost possessive. "Remember, Azrael, you're ours. No one else is allowed to touch you."

There was a sadistic glint in Kieran's eyes, a dark promise that sent a shiver down Azrael's spine. As the twins escorted him away, Azrael couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, caught between the terror of his bullies and the twisted protection of his mates.

The violence, the possessiveness, the dark allure of the twins' dominance—it all swirled in Azrael's mind, leaving him more confused and conflicted than ever. And yet, beneath the fear and uncertainty, there was a disturbing sense of belonging, a realization that, in their own twisted way, the twins were his saviors and his captors.

As they walked away from the scene, Damian's broken form still lying in the hallway, Azrael knew his life was forever changed. The twins had made their claim, and there was no escaping their dark, possessive hold on him.