Love me like this (Supernatural Re-up)

Chapter 18: He's mine... and I'm his

Cassian (secretly Casper) goes back to his dorm. As the door closes behind him, the atmosphere becomes heavy with his dark intentions. On the walls, countless pictures of Leo are pinned, a collage of moments secretly captured without Leo's knowledge. Each photograph is a glimpse into Leo's life at Pretoria High—walking through the school courtyard, laughing with Carlos and Mia, sitting in the library, lost in thought.

In the center of the collage is a particularly haunting image: Leo standing beside Xander. The photo has Xander's face crudely marked with a bold "X," while others have deep knife slashes through his face. Cassian, fueled by a mix of jealousy and twisted affection, stares at the images with intense focus.

As he looks at the pictures, memories flood his mind—memories of his lost love, Venus, and the deep pain of loss that still grips him after thousands of years. Leo's resemblance to Venus is uncanny, and Cassian finds himself trapped between two emotions: a burning desire for Leo and an unyielding rage toward anyone who dares come close to him, especially Xander.

Cassian moves closer to the wall, running his fingers over the photo of Leo, his touch gentle but filled with dark intent. He whispers to himself, "You don't even know, do you? How much you mean to me... how much you remind me of him." His voice is laced with obsession and longing. He reaches for the photo of Xander and pulls it down from the wall, crumpling it in his hand before throwing it across the room.

The room is a reflection of his disturbed mind. Apart from the photos, Cassian has various mementos scattered around—a small notebook filled with notes about Leo’s habits, his schedule, the times when he’s alone. There's also a locked drawer, inside which are keepsakes Cassian has secretly taken from Leo: a pen Leo dropped in class, a stray piece of paper with Leo's handwriting, and even a button that came off one of Leo's jackets.

As Cassian sits down at his desk, he opens his laptop, where more images of Leo are stored. His obsession has crossed into digital territory, with folders upon folders dedicated solely to Leo. His eyes narrow as he looks at more recent photos of Leo and Xander together, the jealousy gnawing at him. His fingers hover over the keyboard as he contemplates what his next move will be.

He can't stand seeing Leo with Xander any longer. The feelings of jealousy consume him, and he makes a silent vow to rid Leo of Xander’s presence. "Soon," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "Soon, it’ll be just you and me."

Despite his growing madness, Cassian knows he must keep his identity as Casper hidden. He has to be patient. For now, he will continue playing his role as the innocent student, Cassian. But in the privacy of his room, his true feelings are laid bare, and they are far more dangerous than anyone at Pretoria High realizes.

He takes out a small knife from his drawer and holds it up to the light, watching as the blade gleams in the darkness. With slow, deliberate movements, he takes the knife and slashes it across Xander’s face in one of the pictures still on the wall, leaving a deep gash through the image. His breathing becomes more erratic, but then, as if suddenly calming himself, he puts the knife away and leans back in his chair.

Cassian knows he has to maintain control—he can’t let his emotions take over yet. Everything must go according to his plan. He’ll win Leo over, and Xander will be nothing more than a bad memory. With a final glance at the pictures, he smirks, knowing that the next phase of his twisted game is about to begin.

For now, though, he’ll continue to play the role of Cassian, hiding his true identity and watching Leo from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Cassian lingered in his room, the dark corners seeming to pulse with his dark thoughts. The dim light cast eerie shadows over the wall of pictures, flickering over the torn image of Xander, whose face was now brutally slashed through. He stood motionless, his eyes locked onto the crumpled photo he had thrown across the room moments earlier. The silence in the room was broken only by the steady hum of a small fan near his desk.