God Of Desire

fury in heels

Anastasia :

Another day, another round of high school misery. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but, if I’m honest, maybe school isn’t so terrible. Not with the friends I’ve got to keep things interesting. And then there’s that one particular face...the one that’s been showing up in my dreams far too often for my liking. And there he is, right on cue.

Madden leans against his sleek black Mercedes, looking directly at me, a hint of expectation in his gaze. As if he was waiting for me. He probably was. Typical Madden.

Indie and Aaron are beside him, locked in yet another playfull
argument, jokes and insults are flying . Ivarsen and Jett, on the other hand, look completely unbothered, sharing a cigarette in that careless way they do, while Gunner’s nose is buried in his phone, seemingly tuned out of the chaos around him.

I take a deep breath and steel myself, forcing down the hint of a smile tugging at my lips. As annoying as they all are sometimes, this misfit group is mine.

As I reach the group, Indie is already in full battle mode, her glare fixed on Aaron. “Ana, please get this fucker out of my face,” she practically hisses, crossing her arms tightly.

Aaron just throws his head back, laughing, probably knowing half the school is watching. I roll my eyes, but my attention is drawn over to a certain set of eyes. Madden is leaning back, arms crossed, watching the chaos with that typical half-smirk on his face, but there’s something different about him today.

he seems... relaxed. And he’s definitely looking at me.

His gaze holds mine a moment longer, and then he raises an eyebrow, that smirk growing just slightly. “Didn’t know you liked staring, princess,” he says casually, his tone as unbothered as ever. “Guess I’m giving you a reason, though.”

I scoff, keeping my expression composed, but he doesn’t miss the flicker of a smile on my lips. “Staring? Please, you wish,” I say smoothly, crossing my arms.

He just chuckles, that effortless grin still there as he leans in a little closer. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up my cheeks. But of course, he notices. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes not leaving mine, his voice dropping just enough for only me to hear. “Cute,” he murmurs, not even bothering to hide the hint of amusement in his voice. It’s clear he’s barely trying...and somehow, that makes it worse. Or better.

Indie, oblivious to the tension, finally lets out an exasperated sigh. “Ana, are you even listening? This guy is infuriating.” She jerks her thumb at Aaron, and he grins back, clearly proud of it.

“Maybe he’s not the only one,” Madden says quietly, his gaze flicking back to me. He shrugs, still completely unfazed. “Guess it’s just my lucky day.”

I scoff, trying to mask the smile threatening to escape, but I know Madden can see right through me. Before I can even process it, I feel another set of eyes on me. I turn, only to meet Ivarsen’s gaze...a devilish grin plastered across his face, blue eyes practically sparkling with mischief. He knows. Of course he knows. I roll my eyes, brushing it off, but he’s already laughing to himself, clearly enjoying the show.

As we all start moving toward the building, I suddenly feel Madden’s arm slide around my waist, pulling me firmly against him. I crash into his chest, feeling every inch of his presence. He leans down, close enough that I can feel his breath at my ear, low and smooth. “Meet me behind the gym after third period,” he murmurs, his voice just for me, laced with a promise I can’t ignore.