God of Mischief (Light of Obsession #2)

Chapter 3

Amelie

I tossed my backpack onto the kitchen table, sending up a small cloud of dust that danced in the sunlight streaking through the window. Another day of classes at REU had drained me, but it was the thought of Yuto that made me feel utterly exhausted in a way I couldn't shake off.

Just thinking his name sent a shiver down my spine. Yuto Orlov-Hitori. The charismatic leader of the Heathens. His smirk was designed to prod my irritation like a kid poking a frog with a stick. I hated how easy it was for him to rattle me.

And I hated how undeniably attractive he was. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead, the intensity of his gaze—he had a presence that drew attention. But that didn't mean I would succumb to it. No, I was too smart for that. Besides, if I played into his hands, I'd be giving him the very satisfaction he sought.

I poured myself a glass of alcohol, the tangy sweetness cutting through the frustrations that simmered beneath my skin. I couldn't let Yuto get to me, yet here I was, tangled up in thoughts of his pernicious charm over and over again. How could someone bring out the worst in me while simultaneously infuriatingly fascinating me?

"Hey, girl! You okay?" My roommate Ari popped her head into the kitchen, concern etched on her face.

"Yeah," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just...thinking."

"That fine ass Yuto again?" She teased, a knowing smile creeping onto her lips. "What'd he do this time?"

"The asshole sent flowers to my desk at my economics class, what does he want from me?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. "He's just...obnoxious."

Ari chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Right. Obnoxious. Very convincing."

I groaned, flopping onto a chair. "I don't want to talk about him."

"Sure you don't." She smirked again, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "But you can't deny there's something there. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel that tension."

"Tension? Please. It's called rivalry, Ari. I can't stand him."

"Well, you have got to admit he's fine." She says, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I'll be fine with you saying that if you lay off my brother." I sneer, Ari has a had a weird obsession with Remi since she laid eyes on him.

"Never, Remi and I are meant to be!" She swoons.

I fake gag. "Whatever, there's no tension. It's hate."

"Sure, if that's what you want to call an obvious mutual attraction," she teased. I shot her a glare, hoping it could sink her playful advances with an icy aura.

"Fine. Whatever," I muttered, taking a long sip of my drink to dismiss her words.

But deep down, I knew the truth. Yuto was more than just a thorn in my side. With each encounter he frustrated me to no end. I remembered last week when he'd thrown some quip my way during one of our classes, his laughter ringing out like a challenge. I had fired back like a shot, but there was an underlying thrill in that banter. It was exhilarating, infuriating, and completely maddening all at once.

The doorbell rang, interrupting my self-reflection. I shot a glare at Ari, warning her not to say a word. She held up her hands in an innocent gesture while walking toward the door. I felt a twist in my stomach—if it were Yuto, I could only imagine how much effort it would take to keep my composure.

"Amelie, you might want to come see who it is," Ari called out.

My feet moved before my brain caught up as I made my way to the door.

Sure enough, standing on the porch was Yuto, hands shoved into his pockets, that impossibly charming smile plastered across his face.

"What do you want?" I snapped, unwilling to hide my annoyance.

"I was in the neighborhood," he said, the nonchalance in his voice only added to my displeasure. "Thought I'd see what you were up to."

"Why? So you could mock me in person?" I huffed, crossing my arms defensively.

"Mock you? I wouldn't dream of it." His tone was so smooth it sent a jolt of irritation down my spine.

"Right, because you're so above it," I shot back, rolling my eyes.

He chuckled, the sound warm and teasing. "You're fun, Amelie. I like to think we're more like allies in a grand game."

"More like enemies..." I mumbled, but he was already pushing through the door like he owned the place.

"So, are we planning the next move, or just having a staring contest?" he asked, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.

"Nice try, Yuto, but I'm not your puppet," I snapped, my heart racing.

"I'm not asking you to be," he said, that infuriatingly genuine smile hanging on his lips. "But come on, don't you wonder how far I'll take this?"

"Stop it. Just stop." I clenched my fists at my sides, half exhilarated and half furious.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?"

And just like that, the game was on.

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A/N:
God of Strength wasnt much of an enemies to lovers, so writing one in God of Mischief is gonna be so fun!!!
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