❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

"stop fucking with me london, this shit not a game."

Jules 18 who stims when overwhelmed - tapping his fingers against his thighs, adjusting his glasses even when they don't need it. His anxiety runs deep, and he overthinks every word he says. People at school call him weird, but what they don't see is the sharpness under the quiet. Jules sees things. Patterns. Behaviors. Warnings. And yet, he ignores them when it comes to Caius There's something about being wanted - being watched - that feels like a kind of love he's never had. Caius looks like a ghost in human skin - pale, lithe, always dressed in black like he's mourning something only he remembers. His eyes are sharp and oddly colorless, a shade between storm-gray and silver, unreadable and unblinking. People don't speak to Caius. Behind that calm, distant mask is a mind fractured by trauma and illness. Diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, Caius has no empathy, but he does feel - in strange, obsessive ways. His love is possessive, dangerous, and unwavering. The moment he sees Jules- soft, sweet Jules - he chooses him. "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚"