The Strange Match

The Strange Match

Season 2 of 3
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Atlas I know I have psychotic episodes that cause me to have violent tendencies that I act on without thinking twice. I am a violent guy. I am worse than the worst. And yet can you blame me, after the things I've been through? Growing up without a father, and a mother who at the start could barely cope. A younger sister, who's only male figure in her life was me. A family that went from nothing. I wasted my time away, being a good boy for my family, for my mother, for my sister. I have decided to act on those violent sides of myself, to relieve myself of the constant pressure and constant voices, pushing me to do the things. I was in no position to stop. Until I met Elijah Grey. A good boy, who's eyes pass over me, ignore me, push me out of his mind and yet I find myself wanting to be the only thing on his mind. I was obsessed with wanting to ruin him, wanting to see what would happen if I undid one perfect button from his shirt, and to ruffle his hair. What would happen if a good boy, turned bad. Let's find out. Elijah I'm a model son, a good boy, but the demons inside of me say otherwise. I am in a constant battle of wanting to be a good son, and also feeling like a stranger in my own body. I feel like my life is constantly going one hundred miles per hour, and I can't seem to slow it down. For now, I am my father's son. Take over his business when the time is right, that is only if my swimming team doesn't pay off in the long run. So why does Atlas Moreno, suddenly make me question everything. A brat prince. The bane of my existence. The bad boy, who has extremely violent tendencies, a kink that involves him getting off when he puts his fist to someone's face. And I have ended up getting caught in his eye-line. Everywhere I turn he's standing right there. Why is someone as twisted, psychotic and strange like him, chosen me to be his next fixation. And I'm not sure I want to know what the reason is.
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The Match Series

  • The Unexpected Match
    Temporada 1
    47 partes
  • Temporada 2
    43 partes
  • The Wrong Match
    Temporada 3
    18 partes
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Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

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