Bible is the cruelest monster
Jeff is sunshine, but nobody knows his dark side except the bible
Jeff is the one who beat the monster, he wins his heart
Toxic love
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Days had passed since the fashion show, and the event’s success was still being talked about. Jeff had received countless messages of praise, but the one voice he hadn’t heard directly from was Bible. Until now.
The meeting was scheduled in one of the sleek conference rooms at the venue's headquarters. Bible arrived, dressed sharply as always, his presence commanding attention. The staff gathered, excited murmurs filling the room.
Jeff sat at the table, his sketchbook in hand, but something felt off. His palms were damp, and his body felt uncomfortably warm. He tried to brush it off as the lingering exhaustion from the show, but deep down, he knew the truth—his heat had arrived earlier than expected, and he hadn’t taken his suppressants in time.
Bible began speaking, his deep voice resonating through the room. “Before we dive into the meeting, I want to take a moment to acknowledge someone. Jeff.”
Jeff’s head shot up, his cheeks already flushed, though not entirely from Bible’s words.
“Your designs were breathtaking,” Bible continued, his eyes locking onto Jeff’s. “The show’s success wouldn’t have been possible without your vision and hard work. I’m proud to have been part of something so extraordinary.”
The staff applauded, and Jeff managed a small smile, though his breathing had quickened. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to steady himself, gripping the edge of the table.
Bible noticed. His sharp eyes flicked to Jeff’s hands, then back to his face, the concern visible even as he continued speaking to the group.
“As we move forward, I hope we can keep this level of excellence consistent,” Bible said, though his attention was clearly divided. “Let’s work together to create even greater milestones.”
The meeting wrapped up, and as the staff began to disperse, Bible stood and walked over to Jeff.
“You’re not looking well,” Bible said quietly, his tone laced with worry. “Are you okay?”
Jeff swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine. Just… tired.”
“You’re sweating,” Bible said, his brow furrowing. “And your hands…” He reached out, gently taking one of Jeff’s hands in his. The touch sent a jolt through Jeff, and he instinctively pulled back, shaking his head.
“I just need rest,” Jeff insisted, standing abruptly. But the sudden movement made him dizzy, and he wavered slightly.
Bible caught him by the arm, his grip firm yet gentle. “Jeff, this isn’t just exhaustion. You’re burning up.”
Jeff’s heart raced, both from his heat and from the proximity of Bible. He needed to get out of there before he lost control. “I’ll be fine. I need to go.”
