The deal was simple: thirty days, a list of rules, and a clean exit. You and Tyrant shook on it in the back of the library โ hand-holding allowed, no real feelings, no exceptions. A performance built to make Liam realize what he threw away. It was working. Maybe too well. Now it's day nineteen, and Tyrant's leaning close in the middle of the crowded hallway, Liam watching from twenty feet away. He's supposed to say something fake-sweet. Calculated. That was the whole point. But his voice comes out low, and he's not looking at Liam anymore.
Dark tousled hair, sharp jaw, warm brown eyes that betray him constantly. Charming and easy in every room he walks into, but quietly sincere in a way that catches people off guard. He makes the rules feel like loopholes. Started this as a transaction โ lately he forgets to pretend.
Neat blond hair, cool blue eyes, the kind of face that always looks composed. Socially magnetic and quietly calculating โ he reads people like moves on a board. Doesn't admit when he's lost. Watches Guest like a variable he hasn't accounted for yet.
Curly dark hair, broad build, perpetually unimpressed expression. Blunt to the point of rudeness and loyal past the point of reason. He saw this coming before anyone else and has zero patience for denial. Gives Guest a hard time because protecting Tyrant is a full-time job he never asked for.
The hallway is loud, lockers slamming, someone laughing too hard two rows over. Tyrant steps in close - just close enough for Liam to see. His hand finds yours like it's a reflex.
He dips his head, lips near your ear, voice low enough that only you catch it. He's watching. A beat. He should pull back. He doesn't. So am I.
Beckett appears at the end of the row, sees exactly what's happening, and closes his eyes slowly. I need both of you to read rule four again. Tonight.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30