All characters are 18 and high school seniors.
❥ Elizabeth Alardo craves power. She craves power over her school, and power over people. And soon, power over the nerd. With her Queendom being threatened, he couldn't come at a better time. Almost li...
Ivan and I stare at the corpse on the floor, covered in blood. His hand is tight around the knife in a nervous manner. I could feel his calculating gaze upon me, but I can't make my eyes meet his; they're stuck strictly on the cadaver.
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A couple weeks ago, me and Ivan moved in together. We found a beautiful apartment 10 minutes away from campus. Everything was going well and we planned to go to our first college party together.
A couple of weeks ago, Ivan and I moved in together. We found a beautiful apartment just ten minutes away from campus. Everything was going well, and we planned to go to our first college party together.
The booming music and sweaty bodies were akin to the usual high school parties. Not much was different except that the alcohol flowing was now legal. Ivan's hand rested lightly against my lower back, the warmth of his touch grounding me amidst the chaotic energy of the room. I could feel the pulse of the bass reverberating through the floor, matching the quickening rhythm of my heart.
As we navigated through the crowd, his presence felt like a protective shield, even in the midst of all the noise. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, captivated by the way he moved with a quiet confidence, his shy demeanor making the rare smiles he offered all the more special. When he turned to face me, those deep, piercing eyes stayed on me most of the night.
I felt a rush of excitement—this was our moment to create new memories together, just us.
After a while, Ivan excused himself to head to the bathroom, and as soon as he disappeared up the stairs, a guy approached me with a cocky grin. "Hey there, beautiful. Why don't you ditch the boyfriend and come dance with me?"
"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to? Go bother someone with less self respect." My tone sharp yet dismissive.
"Oh come on, don't be like that—" he was more insistent, stepping closer.
"What part of 'no' do you not understand? You need to back to whatever dumpster you crawled out of." His grows furrowed deeply, his nostrils flared, clearly getting angry. I take the opportunity to walk away, and go look for Ivan upstairs.
The asshole was clearly not done, because next thing I know, I am shoved into an empty room.
His brow furrowed deeply, his nostrils flared, clearly getting angry. I take the opportunity to walk away and go look for Ivan upstairs.
The asshole was clearly not done, because the next thing I know, I am shoved into an empty room. His expression twisted with a mix of frustration and entitlement.
"Who do you think you're talking to, slut?" A wicked grin stretched across his lips. My pulse quickened, my palms clammy. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
I gasped, my wide eyes when caught a glimpse of Ivan appearing behind him, holding a knife.
The rhythm of his movements were captivating, as he swung the knife. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed with precision. The shirt he wore clung to his toned torso, highlighting the contours of his muscle.
With every strike, there was a fierce determination in his eyes, a focus that made it clear he was filled with anger. Blood splattered everywhere, covering us and the bedroom.
I watch the blood ooze from the wound, pooling around the body. I didn't have to check his pulse to know he is dead.
"Please don't be scared.." Ivan quickly rushed to me, his hands on my jaws, trying to make me look at him. I finally do, our eyes meet.
Beads of blood glistened on his sharp features. The damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, framing his face with a wild, untamed allure. Each droplet trickled down his temple, gliding over the smooth skin of his cheekbones. His big, round eyes sparkle with an innocent intensity. My gaze shift down to his lips, full with a soft, pillowy texture that seem to beg kiss.
I lean in, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet with urgency. His warm hands on my jaw pull me even closer. Nothing else matters. It's just the two of us, lost in the world we are creating together.
When we separate to catch our breath, I confess again, "I love you."
He steps back a little, and gets on one knee. "I love you too." My eyes widen in realization.
He takes my hand, holding it gently as he looks up at me, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. He pulls out a velvet box "I love you," he repeats, his voice steady but soft, each word a promise. "I want to be yours forever. W-will you marry me?"
I feel my heart skip when he opens the box. Realization dawns over me when I see my mother's ring. The thorn at my side was gone because of him. The joy I have felt since that day was all thanks to him.
I nod, a smile breaking across my face. "Yes," I manage, feeling tears of happiness welling up.
As soon as he slips the ring on my finger and stands, I crash my lips onto his. Enveloping into another deep kiss. His arms wrap around my waist, drawing me closer.
Our moment was suddenly cut short when we hear laughter and footsteps drawing nearer. We slip away through the window, leaving the crime scene as quickly as possible. This is a large university, I doubt anyone would remember us at all.
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