Selena
I hit the pear hard, and my hands hurt. But I don't stop because I miss it so much. My Aiden, my bunny. It's been a bloody fucking six months without him, and my obsession with him is growing. I'll be back in Montrevere soon, but until then I'll watch him from afar, but it's hard to control myself around him. I stop, sweat dripping from my forehead. I had to disappear to protect him from me, from the beast. My obsession with him is becoming dangerous.
I'm currently in a cabin in the woods and I've been hiding here for months. This is the only way I can be close to him and watch him. I sat down on the chair and got a bottle of water. He doesn't know I'm close, that I'm watching him. I pick up my laptop and see Aiden on the screen. I had secretly put cameras in his room to watch him. Yes, I'm a psychopath, I'm a beast and I want to break him down in every way and then put him back together.
I watch him intently on the screen. His blond hair is disheveled and he bites his lip as he types furiously on the keyboard. His white T-shirt hugs his muscular frame tightly, showing off the defined muscles of his arms and shoulders. God, I miss touching those muscles. I long to feel them flex beneath my fingertips. My cock throbs as I remember how good it felt to hold him in my arms.
The screen flickers briefly as he shifts his position, causing the camera angle to change. Now I can see more of his torso, the way his shirt stretches tautly across his chest. My mouth waters as I imagine licking my way down his body, tasting every inch of him. Would he squirm under my touch? Beg for me to hurry up and reach that sweet spot between his legs?
Suddenly he talks to the screen. "Why is this Lyra so interested in me and Selena? What are her plans for Montrever?" Lyra? Who is this Lyra? "Hell, and she kissed me like she could replace Selena!" My eyes widened and I slammed my head on the table. "This Lyra kissed my bunny? Who is she? How dare she?" Anger wells up in me. Aiden is mine alone, he belongs to no one else.
I jumped out of my chair and knocked it over in my haste. The force of my anger spread outward, causing the laptop screen to crack and warp. "I'll kill her" I growled, pacing back and forth. "I swear to God, if she even touches it with a finger, I'll tear her apart." My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to destroy everything.
I storm out of the cabin, slamming the door behind me. The crisp autumn air does nothing to calm my raging emotions. Instead, it fuels the fire burning within me. I can feel the beast stirring, clawing at the surface, desperate to be unleashed. As I march through the dense forest, branches snap and crunch under my boots.
My breath comes in short gasps as I walk through the forest, my heart pounding. I am consumed by jealousy and rage, fueled by the knowledge that someone else has dared to kiss Aiden, to touch what is mine. The trees creep past me, blurred lines of green and gold, as I make my way toward Montrever. As I approach the outskirts of town, I slow down, forcing myself to regain control.
I arrive at Montrever and the night makes it even more eerie and dangerous. The campus is empty and gives me the opportunity for what I'm going to do. I go inside and approach Lyra's locker. But first I need to find out which locker is hers. A little warning to stay away from my bunny.
I move silently down the hallway, scanning the lockers until I spot Lyra's nameplate. With a wicked grin, I pull out a small device from my pocket, a gift from one of my hacker friends-and attach it to the keypad. Within seconds, the lock clicks open. Inside her locker, I find a stack of books and a few personal items, but nothing particularly interesting.
I grab a red marker from her bag and scrawl a message across the mirror inside her locker door: _"Stay away from what's mine, bitch."_ Satisfied, I close the locker and slip back into the shadows, my heart pounding with adrenaline. As I make my way back to the cabin, I can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. No one messes with my bunny.
I return to the cabin, my mind still racing with thoughts of revenge. As I sit down at my desk, I notice that the laptop screen has returned to normal, displaying a live feed of Aiden's room. He's sitting on his bed, looking troubled, and I can't help but wonder what's going on in his head. Does he miss me as much as I miss him? Does he think about our time together as often as I do?
I watch him closely, studying every movement. He looks exhausted, and I can see the dark circles under his eyes even from this distance. Has he been sleeping well? Is he eating properly? So many questions race through my mind, but I know I can't act on any of them. Not yet. Suddenly, his expression changes. He stands up abruptly, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape against the floor.
"Of course! How did I not think of this sooner?" he muttered to the screen. "Could this Lyra be connected to Professor Adrian Cross? I need to find out more about her" Aiden continues and sits down at his desk, opening his laptop. "Where do I start though?" he ponders. What is Aiden up to? Is she really connected to Professor Cross?
Aiden begins typing furiously, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he searches for information about Lyra Moreau. The screen fills with search results, but nothing concrete jumps out at him initially. He opens multiple tabs, scrolling through social media profiles, news articles, and academic records. After what feels like hours, he finally stumbles upon a photograph of Lyra with Professor Adrian Cross.
My heart races as I study the picture of Aiden on the screen. It's grainy, but the figure beside Lyra is undeniable, the sharp features, the cold eyes, the cruel smile. This is Professor Adrian Cross, the man who shot me and the countless nights spent plotting my revenge. I feel the beast stirring inside me again, scratching at the surface, desperate to be released.
"Shit!" I hiss, dropping my phone as I pace back and forth across the cabin. My mind is a whirlwind of fury and fear. "She needs to stay away from him. Aiden isn't part of this." I kick over a nearby chair, sending it crashing into the wall. The sound echoes through the small space, amplifying my frustration. "Calm down, Selena" I mutter to myself, taking a deep breath. "You need to think clearly."
My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to rein in my emotions. I need a plan, something concrete to focus on instead of the chaos swirling inside me. My eyes land on the laptop, still displaying the live feed of Aiden's room. An idea begins to form, and I nod resolutely. "I can't stop thinking about her" Aiden admits to the screen, running a hand through his tousled hair.
Aiden's confession hangs in the air, and I feel a pang of guilt mixed with longing. He misses me, thinks of me constantly, just as I do of him. I want to comfort him, to assure him that I'm here, that I'll always be there for him. But I can't. Not yet. Instead, I focus on the task at hand: protecting him from the danger lurking in Montrevere. "Professor Cross" I mutter, my voice barely audible even to myself.