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  • A Call to Blind Ruins by juanderfall
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    He was the leader of the group-the responsible one who kept everyone else in line. His entire life was built on strict schedules, hard boundaries, and high walls that no one was allowed to climb. He didn't let people in, and he never allowed himself to lose control. Then she showed up. A sudden crisis forced them to live under the same roof, completely shattering his quiet routine. She was chaotic, loud, and didn't care at all about his dark glares or his strict rules. She just pushed her way into his spaces and refused to back down. He tried to stay cold, and he tried to remain the unmovable rock he had always been for his friends. But her brightness was too hard to ignore. Slowly, the heavy walls he spent years building started to crack. For a man whose entire existence relied on absolute structure, letting his guard down for her meant watching everything else fall apart. He thought he could protect his order, but loving her meant standing back and watching his structured world completely collapse.
  • A Call to Crimson Rivalry by juanderfall
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    He had it all. He had money. Perfect scores, flawless attendance, and no blemish on his record. He did not have to fight hard for anything because his family gave him access to everything he needed. He looked like a golden boy to everyone around him. Then she came along. It did not bother her that he was rich and successful. It did not matter that everyone feared his money and his influence. What mattered is that she wanted to be at the top and told him directly in his face that he stood in her way. They fought in class, they competed for top marks, and they despised one another with passion. But fighting requires too much effort. Eventually, all that fighting led to a point where everything became too overwhelming, and the pressure cracked. At first, it happened accidentally as a way of blowing off steam, to vent their frustrations at one another. No one thought that would happen a second time. When it was done, the fight was forgotten, the anger dissolved, replaced with something darker, something heavier, and far more intoxicating.