Rain still hadn’t stopped.
It had been pouring since the storage room. Since her lips brushed his. Since she slipped out like nothing happened—cool, calm, deadly.
But Andras Cruz couldn’t stop replaying it.
The way she said “Soon.” Like a threat. Like a promise. Like she meant to haunt him.
And she did.
He couldn’t sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt her mouth hovering just above his. The scent of her skin. The sharp flicker in her gaze. The challenge.
She hadn’t run away this time.
But she left him burning.
---
Sirenelle Qays sat in her dim bedroom, legs crossed, arms wrapped around a pillow. Her room smelled like jasmine and wet leaves. Her phone screen lit up again. The message still sat there.
From: Andras
You dream about me too, don’t you?
She didn’t reply.
But he was right.
That night, she did dream.
Not about Blaine. Not about the cigarettes or the fights or the betrayal.
She dreamed of dark hallways and soaked hoodies. Of cold fingers brushing hers. Of his voice—so steady, so low, so fucking sure of her.
It scared her.
Not because she didn’t want him.
But because she did.
---
Tuesday morning.
He was already at school before her.
She walked into class late, water droplets still clinging to her hair. She didn’t expect him to be there, leaning against her usual desk like he belonged there.
He didn’t say a word.
Just handed her a cup of black coffee.
She stared at it. Then at him.
“You think this’ll earn you points?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “Just figured you didn’t sleep either.”
She took it. Didn’t thank him. But didn’t throw it either.
The others watched, whispering. Wondering.
She ignored them.
But his eyes?
She couldn’t.
---
Lunchtime.
It was empty in the AV room. Sirenelle had escaped there to avoid the cafeteria stares. But she wasn’t alone for long.
He found her again.
“How do you keep doing that?” she snapped.
Andras smirked. “You think I haven’t memorized your hiding spots?”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you’ve been stalking me now?”
He stepped closer. “Two years, Sirenelle. I’ve been quiet. I’ve been patient. But now you’ve opened the door—don’t act surprised I walked in.”
“You’re too eager,” she said, coolly. “You’ll burn yourself.”
He leaned in. “Maybe I want to.”
She swallowed. His breath was warm, his words hotter.
“I don’t do soft,” she warned.
“Good,” he whispered. “I’m not soft either.”
The silence between them pulsed.
She took one slow step back. And smiled.
“That’s what scares me.”
---
Later that evening, she got a DM.
From him.
Andras: If I lose myself to you, will you be kind? Or will you enjoy the ruin?
She typed. Paused. Deleted.
Then finally sent:
Sirenelle: Kindness isn’t in my nature. But I don’t hurt what I want to keep.
Seen. Typing…
Andras: Then keep me.
She stared. Heart roaring like thunder.
Because this boy? He wasn’t afraid of her shadow. He was dancing in it.
And somewhere deep inside the fire she thought she’d buried, something wicked grinned.
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