Daddy (GEMINIFOURTH)

Chapter 15: A Delicate Game

The sun hung low in the sky as Fourth stepped out of his car, the familiar rhythm of campus life all around him. He took a deep breath, brushing a hand through his hair before walking toward the building. The morning had been spent preparing himself—mentally and physically—for what was to come. His outfit was intentionally bold today: a fitted shirt that clung to his slim frame, paired with jeans that left little to the imagination. It was a calculated move, one he knew would catch Tin's attention, and perhaps diffuse some of the tension that had built between them since their last encounter.

As he entered the classroom, his eyes immediately locked with Tin's across the room. Tin's expression was dark, the anger barely concealed beneath the surface, but Fourth ignored the weight of his gaze. Instead, he flashed a quick, confident smile and made his way to sit beside Phuwin. Tin didn't move, but Fourth could feel his presence like a storm waiting to break.

Phuwin leaned in as soon as Fourth sat down, his voice filled with concern. "What happened? Why didn't you show up?"

Fourth sighed, running a hand through his hair as he lowered his voice. "It's Tin. Things got... complicated." He glanced around to make sure no one else was listening before continuing. "He's getting more possessive, Phuwin. I had to go with him after class. He dragged me to his place, and..." Fourth trailed off, his eyes distant for a moment.

Phuwin's expression darkened with worry. "You should've told me. Tin's dangerous, Fourth. He's not just being possessive anymore—this is getting out of hand. You can't keep doing this."

Fourth shook his head, his tone softer, but with an edge of determination. "I know, but I don't have a choice. I can't cut him off yet. I just have to keep him entertained until we're done with university. After that, I'm free." He tried to sound confident, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

Phuwin didn't seem convinced, but he nodded, respecting Fourth's decision. "Just be careful. Don't let him push you too far."

Class went by in a blur, though Fourth could feel Tin's eyes on him the entire time, the intensity of his gaze making it hard to focus. When the lecture ended, Phuwin gathered his things, ready to leave, but Fourth gestured for him to go ahead. "I'll catch up later," Fourth said, his voice casual, though he was anything but relaxed.

Phuwin hesitated, glancing at Tin across the room, but eventually nodded and left. The classroom emptied out, leaving only Fourth and Tin. The air between them was thick with tension, and the silence stretched as Tin stayed in his seat, glaring at Fourth but saying nothing. The distance between them felt like a chasm, but Fourth knew how to bridge it—how to play the game he'd been mastering for months.

With a deep breath, Fourth stood up and moved toward Tin, his steps slow and deliberate. His usual flirty smile was plastered on his face, the one that always seemed to soften people, even when they were angry. He could feel the weight of Tin's eyes on him, but he kept his confidence intact, knowing what he had to do.

When he reached Tin, Fourth placed a hand on his shoulder, his fingers light and teasing. "Miss me, baby?" he asked, his voice a playful whisper, as if nothing had happened.

Tin's jaw tightened, and his voice came out low and rough, filled with fury. "Who the fuck was that man?"

Fourth's heart raced, but he kept his cool. He knew exactly who Tin was talking about—Gemini. The memory of last night, when Gemini had stormed into Tin's condo, flashed in his mind. But Fourth couldn't let Tin know the truth, couldn't let him think he had competition. He leaned in closer, letting his breath tickle Tin's ear. "No one," Fourth whispered, his voice sultry. "You know how I don't care about other people. Just you."

But Tin wasn't buying it. His hands clenched into fists, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Fourth. "Don't fucking play smart with me, Fourth. I'm not stupid. Who is he?"

Fourth's usual charm wasn't working, and he could feel the danger rising. Tin's anger was real, and it was more than just jealousy. He needed to defuse this before things got worse. Without thinking, Fourth climbed onto Tin's lap, straddling him, his lips pouting as he looked down at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Don't be mad," he murmured, his voice soft and pleading. "You know I'm sensitive when you yell."

For a moment, Tin's expression shifted. The anger in his eyes flickered, replaced by something else—something possessive, but less dangerous. Fourth saw his chance and leaned in closer, pressing his body against Tin's, his lips barely brushing against Tin's ear. "I'm only yours, baby," he whispered, the words soft and seductive.

Tin's hands moved instinctively to Fourth's hips, his grip tight as he stared up at him, his breathing heavy. The tension between them shifted, the anger melting into something more physical. Fourth felt the power shift in his favor, but he knew it was temporary.

As he felt Tin's grip on his hips tighten, Fourth smiled down at him, knowing he had bought himself more time. For now, Tin was calmed, but he knew this game was becoming more dangerous by the day.

But for the moment, he had control. And that was all he needed.

For now, he just needed to keep Tin satisfied.