Wicked Game

"You really have no idea, do you?" he mutters, shaking his head. "You walk in here, all smiles, like nothing's wrong. Like, like I'm supposed to just sit here and be fine with everything."

My pulse quickens. "Fine with what?"

His fingers dig into the countertop behind him, like he needs to physically hold himself back. His chest rises and falls with deep, uneven breaths.

I take a step closer, voice softer now. "Martinus, just, just tell me. Whatever it is, just-"

"Fakk deg!" His voice explodes through the apartment, raw and unfiltered.

I flinch at the sheer force of it.

"I hate this!" he yells, running both hands through his hair, his entire body wound tight like a live wire.
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Meet Livia Damm, a German student, so everyone thinks, and read about her story of how she met HIM, Martinus Gunnarsen, a pop star that everyone knows of, his family, his friends and his past, right? Two not so ordinary people...