Boss POV
I noticed him the moment he stepped into my school.
Small. Fragile. Head down like the world had already stepped on him more than once.
Scholarship kid. Smart eyes. Quiet mouth. The kind that didn't know how beautiful silence could be until someone like me ruined it.
Sea.
I shouldn't have cared. I never care.
But he didn't look at me.
That was the first red flag.
Everyone looks. Everyone tries. Everyone begs for my attention.
But he didn't.
That made me furious.
Then I saw him laugh with Van.
I saw him breathe around Nick.
I saw him exist without needing me.
It drove me fucking insane.
So I followed.
I watched him read in the library. Watched him doodle flowers in the corner of his notebook. Watched him bite his lip when he was lost in thought and didn't realize how tempting that mouth looked.
I knew it was wrong.
But I don't care about right and wrong.
I care about what's mine.
And he's mine.
Even if he doesn't know it yet.
Even if I have to break him Frist.
He was trembling.
And I hadn't even touched him yet.
Sea stood frozen, back pressed to the cold wall of my private suite—eyes wide, lips parted, body begging in a language he didn't even realize he spoke.
"Scared?" I whispered, fingers ghosting over his waist.
He nodded.
I smirked. "Good."
I stepped closer. Let him feel the weight of my presence, the heat of it.
He didn't move. Brave, stupid little thing.
"You're not supposed to be here," he said, voice breathless.
"But you came anyway," I said. "You knew I'd do this."
My hands slid under his shirt, slow. Torturous.
His skin was soft, warm, perfect. Mine now.
He gasped when I brushed his side. Twitched when I kissed just under his jaw.
"I hate you," he whispered.
I chuckled darkly. "No, you don't."
Then I kissed him.
Hard. Possessive. Desperate.
The kind of kiss that makes you forget your name, your fears, your rules.
He melted into it, even as his hands tried to push me away.
"You're lying to yourself, Sea," I said, lips trailing down his throat.
"You say no…" I bit lightly, earning a sharp inhale, "...but your body's screaming yes."
I slid a hand lower. He gasped again.
"Say it," I whispered.
"Say you're mine."
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To be continued