Let Love Bleed Red

Everyone at Cassidy University knew the Kings. Polished smiles. Perfect suits. Power that didn't need to be spoken aloud. They ran the campus like it was their inheritance-because, for most of them, it was. Sons of politicians, media giants, royalty in all but name.

And then there was Sin Delavin.

The unspoken leader. The storm they followed.

Not because he wanted them to-but because no one ever told a Delavin no. His mother graced magazine covers and whispered in the ears of diplomats. His father rewrote laws behind closed doors. And his grandfather? He signed the checks that decided elections.

Sin didn't climb to the top. He was born at the summit, whether he liked the view or not.

From the outside, Kings was an elite tradition. Brotherhood. Prestige.

Behind closed doors? It was something else entirely.

There were rules-but not the kind written down. Loyalty was currency. Secrets were collateral. Bruises didn't get questioned. And things moved through their hands-things that didn't belong on any campus.

Sin didn't create the system. But he was the face they hid behind. The name they used to silence dissent.

And the crown he never asked for?

They placed it on his head anyway.

Heavy. Bloody. Unwelcome.

He wore it quietly.

Because sometimes, it's safer to play the monster than let them see you're already bleeding beneath the armor.