Destiny / 18+

They were not just men.

They were the devil's sons.

Wherever they walked, the world bent around them. Rules followed. People obeyed. And fear lingered long after they were gone.

They were known by one name-

𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫'𝔰 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡.

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Everyone likes to say college can be hell.

They've clearly never been to Hamilton Creeks Private College for Future Masters.

This place wasn't chaos-it was order. Brutal. Calculated. Absolute.

The rules were not suggestions.

They were commandments.

Break one, and you would be punished.

No one talked about the punishments.

Because surviving them was never guaranteed.

And speaking about them was a violation in itself.

There was one rule above all others.

Never snitch.

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Aurora Armani survived by obeying.

She followed every rule.
Kept her head down.
Stayed invisible.

She believed discipline would protect her. That silence meant safety.

She was wrong.

Because rules mean nothing once you catch the attention of the man who created them.

Mattheo Campel.

The Game Master.

He didn't just enforce the rules-

He was the rules.

He ruled Hamilton Creeks alongside his inner circle, not through chaos, but through fear so controlled it felt inevitable.

Everyone bowed.
Everyone obeyed.

And Mattheo grew bored.

Because hell loses its edge when no one fights back.

So he chose entertainment.

A distraction.

A possession.

A toy.

And this time-

he chose her.

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TW:
Violence
Weapons
Murder
Sexual content