The Creep

Luke's obsession

It had been six months since I last saw Peach. Six long months of restraint, of pretending I could move on. I let Cas go after a week—she comes back when I call, and now, she enjoys it. But Peach... she's different. She was always different. And I need to see her.

I find myself standing at her doorstep, my pulse steady but my mind racing.

Rings doorbell.

The door cracks open, and there she is—eyes wide, breath hitching at the sight of me.

"You can't be here," she whispers, voice laced with something between fear and something else—something I crave.

I step inside before she can stop me, closing the door behind me.

"Is Aden home?" I ask, scanning the house.

She shakes her head, looking away. "No."

Sadness flickers across her face, and I take the opportunity to move closer, backing her against the wall.

"I missed you," I murmur, brushing my lips against hers.

A sharp inhale. A tear escapes down her cheek. And then, the distant sound of crying—her babies.

My nephews. Or so she claims.

"Can I see them?" I ask, voice softer now.

She hesitates, searching my face. "Just... don't hurt them. Please."

I sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Peach, do you really think I could harm my own blood?"

"I don't know what you're capable of anymore," she admits, eyes dark with uncertainty.

The weight of her words hangs between us. But then, she steps past me, leading the way. I follow, watching the way her dress clings to her body, the way she moves—unaware of the effect she still has on me.

She pauses at a doorway, pressing a trembling hand to my chest.

"Please, Luke," she whispers. "Don't hurt them. Don't hurt me."

I take her hand, bringing it to my lips.

"I won't, Peach." A slow smile spreads across my face. "Now... let's meet our babies."

Because deep down, I know they're mine. And I need to prove it.

Kyrie Aden James| Alarik Aden James

"Here are your nephews, Kyrie and Alarik Aden James. They aren't your babies." She said to me.

I frowned and picked up Alarik.

"Why did you put my brother's name for their middle names?" I asked her.

"It's really none of you business but Aden chose our boys names." She said.

"Don't do that Peach. Don't think you can talk to me however you want because we are by the boys. Matter of fact let's put them down and you come with me." I told her.

"N-No... I don't want to," she whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes.

I tilted my head, studying her reaction before stepping closer. "That wasn't a question, Peach. Now, let's go."

Pressing a lingering kiss to each of the boys' foreheads, I guided her toward the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

Turning to face her, I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze locking onto hers. "Take it off, Peach. I missed this," I murmured, shrugging off my own shirt, my fingers already working on the rest.

She hesitated, her breath shallow.

"Get on the bed," I commanded, my voice low and deliberate. "And don't move." She looks so scared. She is crying too much. I wish she could grow to love me, like Cas does.

I moved over her slowly, my body pressing against hers as she squirmed the moment my skin brushed her thigh.

"Relax," I murmured, my voice soft yet commanding. "I won't hurt you. I love you."

Her breath hitched. "Luke... why are you doing this?" she whispered. "Cas told me she loves you. She wants you two to be together."

I sighed, brushing my lips against her temple. "I love Cas," I admitted. "But I love you more. I haven't stopped thinking about our first time."

I kissed her deeply, letting my hands roam, knowing every curve, every spot that made her tremble. She was still mine—I could feel it in the way her body responded. When I finally entered her, a moan slipped from her lips, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine.

"You were always meant to be mine," I murmured as I moved against her. "Do you remember when you first moved into your apartment?"

Through a moan, she managed, "Y-yes..."

A slow smile curled my lips. She felt this too.

"You bumped into me as I was leaving my brother's house," I reminded her. "I asked if I'd see you again, and you said yes. I gave you my number, but you never called." My jaw clenched at the memory.

I pushed deeper, rougher.

"Luke—ouch—you're hurting me," she gasped, her body tensing beneath mine.

I slowed immediately, brushing my lips over hers. "I don't want to hurt you, baby."

"Then stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I never told Aden, and I won't. Just stop torturing me."

"Torturing you?" I echoed, frowning.

She swallowed hard. "Luke, I love you... but I love Aden more. We can't be together. I'll always want him. Can't we just settle for family?"

The words barely registered after she said she loved me. My movements slowed, deliberate, as I let myself go inside her, marking her in the only way I could.

"That was amazing, Peach," I murmured, trailing my fingers over her flushed skin. "I need a quick shower. You should too... before my dear brother comes home."

She let out a bitter laugh. "Aden is hardly ever here. I know he's cheating on me."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and something in me snapped. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her fiercely. We were still tangled together, my body still deep inside hers.

"If he's cheating, we can be together," I told her, my voice raw. "I would never cheat on you. All I want is you."

Her fingers trembled against my chest. "Luke, please... stop calling me Peach," she pleaded. "I hate it. That's what Aden calls me, and I'm mad at him."

"Anything for you, baby," I promised, gripping her hips. "We were meant to be. It's always felt right."

And as she melted into me again, I knew—I'd never let her go.