soft love.

there isn't any amount of time that would change anything and she knows it. even saying it hasn't been long is a lie, but she's sure the other woman knows that by the texts that had been seen and the truth that's now known. however, the moment serena suggests that she's the one who destroyed her family, lips part with a bitter taste on the tip of her tongue. it would be so easy to point out the obvious of that family having fallen apart long ago. if only the woman she had always seen as her own family opened her eyes to see the truth that was right there in her face. the way serena's parents seemingly stayed together out of convenience rather than the love they once shared. no, she's not innocent and she had a part to play in this, but to say she's the one who did this feels like an even bigger slap in the face. "maybe if you opened your eyes, you would see that i didn't destroy your family. yeah, i fucked up and i'll live with it, but this little bubble you've been living in? it's bullshit, serena." they all contributed to it, even herself, because this young woman standing before her as been like pure sunshine who deserves to be happy. looking into those usually bright hues now, all she sees is anger and sadness and she hates herself for it. "he hasn't been happy in a very long time and you know it."

maybe her family wasn't perfect, maybe the fractures had been there all along, but having the broken edges thrown in her face by the one person she trusted to help her heal from them feels like a physical blow. a fresh wave of tears spills over long lashes, hands curl into tight fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms just to focus on a different kind of pain. "don't you fucking dare hide behind that," she chokes out, "so you just jumped into his bed because you felt sorry for him? or was it to wake me up? — you did it because you wanted him, and you didn't care enough about me to stop yourself." she can't even bring herself to think about it too long, the image alone enough to make her sick to her stomach. "he's my father, and i trusted you." and god knows, she didn't trust anyone. not besides her and theo. not since she had lost her best friend to that damn disease all those years ago. " i — i told you everything, i brought you into my house and you went behind my back and you just .. how could you lie to me this whole time ? he's old enough to be your dad, for fucks sake."

summer always had a way of dragging him right back into the same orbit. didn't seem to matter that he spent most of the year halfway across the country now. didn't matter that college baseball had swallowed up nearly every free second he had. june rolled around, august came home, and suddenly it was all the same people. the same sprawling estates. the same perfectly trimmed hedges and expensive bottles of wine nobody his age actually liked. the same parents hosting another gathering under strings of warm lights while pretending they were one big happy family. he'd been back less than a week. already bored out of his mind. a drink rested loosely in one hand as he lingered near the edge of the patio, gaze drifting over the crowd without really seeing any of it. same conversations blurred together until his orbs landed on her. eventually he pushed away from the railing, weaving through clusters of guests until he was close enough to slide up next to her. " thought I'd make it at least ten minutes before getting into trouble this year. " brows lifted slightly. " guess that was optimistic. " @khaleesiie ✦

the summer holidays had always been her favorite part of the year, and yes it was because mostly it meant the strict structure of her life dissolved into long, hazy months of doing exactly what she wanted. after spending the better part of the spring locked away in another pristine rehab facility, being thrown right back into the lion's den of her family's high society circle was suffocating. or would be, if it wasn't for him. the familiar voice regists with her and a smile, a real one, the first genuine expression she's managed all evening breaks through her delicate features. "you're the bad influence, though. always have been," she throws back at him, steely blues taking in the athletic frame he'd built up over the college season. he was as attractive as he had always been. "but if you're looking for trouble, i can always help you find it."

she always thought professional athletes took themselves a little too seriously. maybe that wasn't fair. maybe it was just him. from where she sat, it was difficult to tell. the lounge buzzed around them with the usual post event noise. people coming and going. someone laughing too loudly from across the room. none of it seemed to touch him. her gaze lingered for a moment attempting to get a read. her head tipped back against the couch cushion. " what's got you all wound up ? " the question drifted lazily through the space between them. eyes narrowed slightly as she looked him over again, searching for clues. his coffee order got messed up. the universe failed to recognize that he was the center of it. or maybe he wasn't upset at all, was this just his natural energy ? the corner of her mouth twitched. " bad match ? " not a single ounce of sympathy in it. her gaze dropped briefly before lifting again. " bad breakup ? " that one almost made her laugh. because the very idea required someone willingly dating him in the first place. @khaleesiie ✦

the amber liquid in his glass has gone warm, he'd know it if he had actually bothered to take a sip, but right now, long digits are simply gripped too tightly around the crystal base to care. his mind is stuck somewhere it shouldn't be, in an event that happened long ago, so long that he shouldn't care anymore. but getting the elegant invitation to her wedding in the mail this morning had completely derailed him. he thought that he was past it, he had thought that after two years, the humiliation of being left standing at the alter inf ront of over a hundred people would have faded into a distant, numb memory. apparently not. the female's voice cuts through his thoughts, catching his attention and he can't help the humorless chuckle that escapes him. "you really enjoy the sound of your own voice, don't you?" the male questions, finally setting the glass down on the marble on the table. "if you're so desperate for my attention, you could just ask for it. but then again, not sure your fragile ego could handle the rejection." shifts slightly on his seat, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees. "my match was fine, and my personal life is entirely none of your business."

fundraisers weren't really his scene. neither were suits or ties, if he was being honest. the band had gotten invited because somebody's daughter was a fan, somebody's son sat on a board, somebody's company wanted to attach their name to a charitable cause and a popular act. ezra hadn't asked too many questions, he rarely did. just showed up when he was told to show up, smiled for the cameras when required, and counted down the minutes until he could disappear again. gaze drifted across the room before landing on her. not for the first time tonight. he'd caught it earlier, once near the bar, again during some speech he'd stopped listening to halfway through. every time his attention wandered, somehow it found its way back. hard to miss the president's daughter. harder to miss the men assigned to follow her around. he took a sip from his drink before finally pushing away from the wall he'd claimed as refuge for most of the evening. and few moments later he stopped beside her. close enough to speak but far enough that security wouldn't immediately put him through a table. his eyes flicked briefly toward one of the agents lingering nearby before returning to her. " pretty sure your security hates me. " matter-of-fact. like he'd spent actual time considering it. his gaze shifted back toward the nearest agent. " been catching him eyeing me eyeing you for about fifteen minutes now. " the corner of his mouth tugged upward slightly. " think he's building a file on me ? " @khaleesiie ✦

ever since her father was elected, she's lost count of the number of events she's had to endure. the constant smiling, the stiff posture, the endless small talk with people who only cared about her last name. it was exhausting, to say the least. and tonight had been no different. a sea of expensive tailored suits and flash photography that made her head ache. she had been doing her very best to play her part, the one of the perfect, dutiful daughter. but the moment her father took the sage for another speech, she had quietly slipped away toward the edge of the venue, desperately seeking a moment to breathe. then he approched, and warm brown hues met his. the air instantly felt lighter, and she felt the tension in her muscles ease the slightest bit. "oh, he absolutely hates you," the brunette murmurs back, tilting her head slightly, a matching smirk tugging at the conrer of her petals. "and you should be careful, miller doesn't judge build files, he makes people disappear. if he catches you staring for another five minutes, he'll probably have your tax returns and your high school transcripts pulled by midnight." she shifts her stance, subtly putting herself between the male and the direct line of sight of her security team. "aren't you supposed to be used to people keeping tabs on you, though?"

the party had gotten out of hand somewhere around midnight. not in a bad way. nobody was fighting. nobody had broken anything valuable yet. but there were definitely more people in the house than gigi had invited, music spilling from every room and strangers helping themselves to drinks from her refrigerator like they'd personally stocked it. honestly, she didn't mind. it gave her something to do. better this than an empty dead silent house. her roommate was halfway across the country, which should have meant aiden was the last person she'd expected to see tonight. and yet somehow her eyes found him almost immediately the second he stepped through the front door. she was good at noticing things. details. patterns. unfortunately that seemed to include the exact shade of his smile when he was genuinely amused. the way he carried himself through a room. the fact he always looked slightly too large for whatever space he occupied. all information she absolutely did not need. " mallory isn't here. " the words left her easily enough once she'd reached him, one brow lifting slightly. a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth despite herself. " not that you can't stay, just.. thought you'd already know. " @khaleesiie ✦

parties had always been second nature to him, he's never once felt out of place in a crowded room. if anything, the loud bass vibrating through the floorboards and the humidity that came with too many people being under one roof was a comfort. a mindless distraction he often needed. his girlfriend being away meant his weekend was supposed to be empty, but staying inside his own head for forty eight hours sounded very much like a prison sentence. so, after a text from one of his friends, he's found himself stepping inside the familiar apartment. "i know," he murmurs at the sight of the pretty brunette that has never been anything but nice to him. "but josh told me you were having a party and i honestly thought you could use backup." handing her the bag in his hands, his warm gaze peaks down at the contents, a bunch of her favorite snacks that he had no business in knowing before he let his eyes drift back up to meet hers. "here, brought you a few things, thought you'd enjoy them tomorrow once everyone's gone and you're stuck cleaning up the mess."

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"maybe that's the point?" even though she knows she shouldn't, even though she knows consequences would be disastrous. "maybe i want the whole world to know you're mine."

the closeness is entirely overwhelming and makes her breath hitch before she slowly settles herself. then again, the way his thumb brushes over her lower lip does nothing to calm her in the slightest. "is that what you think about?" a breathy laugh escapes her before she's leaning into his touch, not bothering to hide the way he gets to her. because he does and she doesn't really care if it goes right to his head, not when she knows she gets to him in the same way, even if he won't so easily show it. "me touching myself to the thought of you late at night when i can't get to sleep on my own." teeth sink into her lower lip with a shake of her head, not entirely denying it while a petite hand lifts to rest against his bare chest, feeling the way his heart seems to beat a little quicker. a smile curls perfectly at her lips, warm hues dropping to his broad, muscular chest before meeting his own gaze seconds later. "he won't find out, if that's what you're scared of. you'll still get to keep that 'C' on your jersey. you know, you can have your cake and eat it, too. with me being the cake," she adds around a grin.

she's a fucking tease. and he can't pretend he doesn't absolutely love that about her. even if he's meant to stay away, even if he's tried to. everything brings him back to her. it's like this magnetic pull that he has absolutely no hope of fighting against. a quiet chuckle rumbles deep within his chest, thumb soothing over her lower petal once more before trailing down to cup the delicate line of her jaw. "maybe." it's all he can offer her really, because admitting that he does think about her in ways he shouldn't wasn't exactly an option right now. shouldn't be one, ever. darker gaze drops to her smile, dark hues narrowing slightly as his self control begins to fray at th eedges. "is that a promise, serina?" he murmurs, leaning in until the space between them is non existent, warm breath ghosting over her lips. "because if coach catches me with his daughter, losing my c i sgoing to be the absolute least of my problems.

part of him expected her to take up the spot on the couch and pull away from the rest of the club and whatever all is out there. at this very moment, even if he should know, his attention is solely on this room and what's within it, which now includes her. "then just sit." watching as she does just that, his gaze lingers on her a second too long while making a mental note. there's cameras over every inch of this place and he has no doubt they've gone to waste most of the time, but he has no intention of letting that happen anymore, especially after what she's told him. it should be easy enough to look through the footage later and see the guy who got handsy with her. for now, he tucks the thought away and shakes his head while glancing at the pile of paperwork on the desk before him. "you saved me from drowning in all this shit," he mumbles and pushes the chair back from his desk. finally standing, he walks around the room, grabbing her a bottle of water from a mini refrigerator and moving around to stand before her with it held out. "here," he speaks, his tone a little more gentle now, "unless you want something else."

part of her should be used to it. knows it comes with the job, knows most men look at her and don't see anything more than just a pretty face they can touch whenever they please. but tonight, it had just been too much. warm gaze shifts from the bottle of the water in his hand to his face, a faint smile of gratitute softening the sharp tension in warm hues. "thank you," slender fingers reach out and she takes a sip from it. "water's more than fine, actually." the more time she spent in this presence, the more it seemed to settle the buzzing static that usually hummed under her skin. she lets out a long, shaky exhale, the kind that felt like it had been trapped in her chest for hours. "so, how are you enjoying your new job?" she attempts to shift the conversation, tilting her head to the side. "besides being buried under a mountain of paperwork, is it everything you expected?"

“  so  this  is  about  control  then  ?  ”  he  shoots  back  at  her,  somewhat  twisting  her  words  to  fit  his  narrative.  “  you  let  him  in.  you  did  that.  ”  it  made  it  sound  as  though  the  only  reason  she  was  with  this  guy  was  to  prove  a  point.  to  reclaim  what  she  lost  when  paris  disappeared  without  giving  her  a  say  in  the  matter.  he  could  empathize  with  that,  he  could.  had  spent  his  entire  life  under  the  thumb  of  someone  else,  someone  who  held  all  the  power.  even  when  she  no  longer  had  the  strength  to  hurt  him,  she  had  his  affection  and  used  it  like  a  weapon  to  lure  him  back  in.  his  mother  was  —  is  —  a  fucking  cunt.  and  he  was  glad  he  hadn’t  told  kyria  he  was  going  back  to  his  hometown  to  rescue  her  from  herself  again.  because  she’d  ask  questions  he  didn’t  have  answers  for.  or  worse,  she’d  show  up,  and  he’d  be  left  scrambling  for  explanations  he  could’ve  give.  he  didn’t  want  that.  didn’t  want  her  to  see  him  that  way.  he  preferred  the  version  of  himself  she  knew,  the  one  he’d  carefully  built  within  the  boundaries  of  their  relationship.  void  of  the  parts  he’d  spent  years  trying  to  bury.  the  version  that  was  easier  to  understand.  easier  to  love.  and  if  the  price  of  protecting  that  was  the  resentment  in  her  eyes,  then  so  be  it.  his  chest  caves  with  an  exhale,  releasing  the  tension  in  his  shoulders  as  he  blinks  his  gaze  to  her.  “  happy  …  ”  he  repeats,  the  word  leaving  a  bitter  taste  behind.  “  you  still  feel  that  way  —  even  now  ?  do  you  look  at  me  and  wish  it  was  him  standing  here  instead  ?  ”  

perhaps it was easier for him to blame her, and honestly, at this point, she'd let him. she had spent so many sleepless nights blaming him, hating him that turning the knives on herself felt like a twisted kind of relief. "you think this is about control?" the brunette questions, a bitter, breathless laugh slipping past her plump petals. "what part of 'i was drowning' do you not understand? i had absolutely no control over my own life because you took it all with you when you walked out that door. to do god knows what, with god knows who, because you never deamed that i was worth of an explanation." slender legs take a single step forward, her crossed arms tightening against her ribs as if trying to hold herself together before she entirely shatters under the weight of his ocean gaze. "so no, it's not about control. it's about the fact that he gave me a fucking floor to stand on when the ceiling was crashing down on my head." the sheer audacity of his next words makes her chest heave. for months, she had stared at every doorway, every crowded street, praying to see his face, wishing for nothing but this exact confrontation. and now that he's finally here, it just feels underwhelming. "no, paris." she shakes her head, a single tear finally escaping her before she quickly brushes it away. "i look at you, and all i see is the person who broke me. the person i used to love with everything in me that that doesn't even exist anymore. you took that version of me with you when you left."

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