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The bonus chapter comes down to which statement is more romantic:
“Something sparked in Azriel’s chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn’s teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason…he could see it. “
Or
“He hadn’t gotten that far with his planing, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.”
Not Az literally admitting that he doesn't think of what he wants from Elain beyond his sexual fantasies 🤣This is literally the nail in the coffin for me that Elriel isn't gonna work out.
Merry thing you celebrate or not (Eve), everyone! ^_^
As my gift to you, here's a little teaser of Chapter ☼ - Always Another Rainbow, the bonus chapter from the upcoming Rain Volume 7. It follows after the events of the Final Chapter of the main story, and features all the main kids in the friend group. It's also much longer than any other bonus chapter to date. I'm very proud of this one, so I hope you'll like it.
As for when you can get your hands on it, it's looking very likely to be sometime next month. Please look forward to it.
And of course, stay safe, stay happy, and stay healthy this holiday. I love you all! ^_^
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Content: Set in an alternate universe where the LaDs men are a boy band known as Deepspace.
Tags: boy band AU, slice of life, dating, humor, suggestive, drama, romance, sexual references (non-graphic), why choose/reverse harem
a/n: Sorry for the wait, everyone. 😔 This bonus chapter took me so, so, so long to write. 😵 I kept rewriting or outright deleting entire sections. 😵💫 It was a struggle because I had no clear idea how I wanted to continue a story that was already wrapped up in Chapter 20. 🫣 But, as you can see, I pushed through, and here it is. Please enjoy! 🙏
After New Year's, you spend two more days with your grandparents, accompanied by the boys. During that time, you pack up your room while your grandparents get to know them better. You're relieved to see that everyone gets along so well. In fact, it seems your grandparents genuinely enjoy their company.
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You move from your hometown to Whitesand Bay, and when you return to Mo Villa, you're greeted by a very frustrated Thomas. It turns out the boys had simply disappeared without telling him, spending the past few days ignoring all of his calls and messages.
So when Thomas sees you, his expression is a mixture of confusion, surprise and happiness.
“Thomas, look who we found!” Rafayel says cheerfully, his arm draped over your shoulders.
Rafayel has been clingy, as though he's afraid you might disappear again.
“Please tell me they didn't kidnap you,” Thomas says, furrowing his brow.
You chuckle and shake your head. “No, I came back willingly. And this time...I'm here to stay.”
A smirk tugs at your lips.
“Oh, and this time around, no contact or payment is required.”
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“What are you doing, cutie?” Rafayel asks as he sits down beside you on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder while peering at your laptop screen.
“You know how you asked me what I was planning to do once I returned home? Well, I said I might enroll in college, so I'm looking at my options,” you explain, scrolling down the page.
Living here has opened doors to opportunities you never would have had back in your hometown, and you intended to make the most of them.
“Oh? What major are you interested in?” Rafayel asks curiously.
“I'm aiming for Creative Writing as my major. For a minor, I'm considering Film Studies, Theatre or English.”
You glance back at the screen.
“Linkon University offers an accelerated program that allows students to earn a bachelor's degree in two years instead of the standard four. It's designed for people who want to graduate early, advance their careers, qualify for promotions or even change career paths after realizing their first choice wasn't right for them.”
You place the laptop in Rafayel's lap so he can read the information himself.
“That sounds familiar,” Caleb says as he enters the living room alongside Zayne. “Isn't that the same program you took, Zayne?”
“Indeed,” Zayne confirms with a nod. “Back then, applicants had to submit an application listing their major, minor and elective classes, along with a portfolio. They also had to pass an entrance exam with a minimum score.”
“Looks like that's still the case,” Rafayel says while continuing to read.
“Speaking of which, you guys wouldn't mind if I included the music video in my portfolio, would you?” you ask hopefully.
None of the boys object.
“It's an intense program,” Zayne continues. “Summer classes, intensive workshops, overloaded schedules and internships.”
“That sounds challenging,” Rafayel points out. “Cutie, are you sure you don't want to take the regular four-year route?”
“I've already lost over a year and a half of potential education by not going to college straight after high school,” you say solemnly. “Besides, before I started living the high life with all of you, I was used to packed schedules and very little sleep.”
“If this is what you want, kitten, then I say go for it,” Sylus encourages.
You turn your head and find Sylus casually lounging in an armchair. You hadn't even noticed him enter the room.
“You can always switch to the regular program later or try a different college if it doesn't work out.”
“Maybe Thomas can help advise you on the right classes,” Xavier suggests from where he's standing behind the couch. “He's worked in the entertainment industry for over ten years. His focus is music, but I'm sure he has contacts in the film industry too.”
“Good idea,” you nod.
“On another note, I also want to get my driver's license. Preferably before school starts. Having a license will make commuting much easier. Especially since, if I pass the entrance exam, I'll be living in Linkon City for the next two years.”
“Excuse me?!” Rafayel gasps. “We only just got you back, and now you want to leave again?!”
“I can't commute back and forth every day. It's too far,” you explain.
“If everything works out, it'll only be for two years. Besides, now that your break is over, Deepspace's schedule will probably be packed anyway.”
“Why do I feel like our relationship is doomed before it even properly begins?” Rafayel sighs.
A flicker of sadness, worry, and uncertainty passes through your eyes.
“We'll make it work,” Sylus declares firmly.
“We'll find a way to align our schedules,” Zayne adds.
“Anyway,” you say, steering the conversation back. “I found a driving school with excellent reviews and already signed up for their crash course.”
“Will you have the time?” Caleb asks, concerned.
“It's only the beginning of January,” you reply, checking your calendar. “Unlike the regular semesters, the accelerated program starts in March, and classes run continuously for the next twenty-four months. Applications and portfolios need to be submitted by the end of this month, and the entrance exam is scheduled for the second week of February. The driving course starts next week and lasts five weeks.”
“It's a lot to fit into a short period of time,” Zayne muses. “But it's possible.”
“And you have us to help you,” Caleb chimes in to which the others agree.
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You click Send, your college application and portfolio are on their way.
Honestly, putting together the portfolio felt like writing a CV and a cover letter rolled into one.
Back in high school, schoolwork had never been your favorite thing. However, despite putting in only minimal effort, you consistently ranked among the top students in your year.
Because of that, your teachers frequently signed you up for academic competitions against other schools. You knew it was mainly the school's way of gaining recognition from the school board and, in turn, securing additional funding. But now you find yourself hoping those achievements will add a few extra points to your portfolio.
Of course, you still have to pass the entrance examination.
Thankfully, with Zayne helping you study, the process has been far less stressful.
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You sit in a classroom at Linkon University, surprised by how full it is.
Glancing down at your phone one last time, you read through the messages the boys had sent earlier, each wishing you good luck.
You switch your phone to silent and hand it over to the professor supervising the examination.
...
Several hours later, the exam is finally over.
You step out of the classroom, relief washing over you now that it's done.
At the same time, a new feeling settles in.
Anticipation.
The results will be sent by mail in a week's time. Until then, all you can do is wait.
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"It's here! It's here!" you shout through the villa, waving a letter in your hand.
The boys immediately rush toward the sound of your voice, and moments later, you're all gathered in the living room.
With trembling hands, you tear open the envelope, pull out the letter, and unfold it.
The room falls silent.
Everyone holds their breath as your eyes race across the page.
You leap to your feet and begin bouncing around the room.
“I passed! I did it! I got in!”
The room erupts into cheers, congratulations, a whirlwind of hugs, and excited voices.
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“Where are we taking me?” you ask as the boys guide you through the villa.
A blindfold covers your eyes. Xavier and Rafayel walk on either side of you, steering you forward.
You hear the front door open.
“Watch your step,” Xavier warns as you descend the front steps.
A moment later, someone moves behind you and unties the blindfold.
Parked in the driveway is a brand-new car, a giant red bow perched on the hood.
“We hope you like it,” Caleb says with a grin. “Because it's yours.”
“No way! Are you serious?!”
You sprint toward it, circling the vehicle while taking in every detail.
Beside you, Sylus twirls a set of keys around one finger, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Want to take it for a test drive?”
You received your driver's license just yesterday.
Over the past several weeks, you'd attended every classroom session covering traffic laws, road safety, and driving regulations. Xavier and Caleb had been invaluable when it came to studying, patiently explaining anything you struggled to understand.
Rafayel had helped you practice behind the wheel.
Sylus had helped too.
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A FEW DAYS AGO
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask Sylus, keeping your eyes fixed on the road ahead. “You do realize driving without a license is illegal.”
“You didn't seem to mind when you practiced with Rafayel, kitten,” Sylus points out.
“That's different. We stayed on the driveway and the private roads around the villa,” you explain.
Tomorrow is exam day.
You have no doubt you'll pass the theory test. What worries you is the practical exam. Despite all the hours you've spent practicing, you can't help feeling nervous.
So when Sylus offered to help you squeeze in one last driving session, you'd agreed.
You should have known he was up to something when he insisted on going out in the middle of the night, only to lead you straight into the city.
“Relax,” Sylus says, looking entirely too comfortable in the passenger seat. “The road is practically yours. Hardly anyone's driving at this hour.”
You continue down the mostly empty road.
“By the way, kitten, you might want to speed up. You're driving like a snail.”
“I'm staying within the speed limit,” you protest.
Still, you indulge him and press the accelerator slightly.
“You can do better than that.”
His voice carries an unmistakable challenge.
You try to ignore him.
Yet a part of you is curious.
Every lesson so far has been careful, calculated, and controlled.
You glance at Sylus again.
“Hold on.”
You press down harder on the accelerator. The speedometer climbs steadily higher as the car surges forward.
...
Later, you park on a dirt hill overlooking the city - yours and Sylus's private getaway spot.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence, watching the sea of lights spread out below.
“Let's hope my examiner tomorrow used to be a race car driver,” you joke.
The silence that follows feels different.
More intimate.
You shift in your seat.
“You know,” you begin, a mischievous glint entering your eyes, “there's always been one thing I've wanted to try in a car but never had the chance to.”
“And what's that, kitten?” Sylus asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Instead of answering, you move to straddle his lap.
His hands instinctively settle on your hips.
Your arms slip around his neck, fingers brushing through the silver hair at the nape of it.
Then you kiss him.
When you finally pull away, Sylus's eyes burn with an intensity that mirrors your own.
Neither of you says a word.
You don't need to.
He already knows exactly what you're trying to tell him.
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The first few weeks of college are difficult, to say the least.
Between the never-ending back-to-back classes from Monday to Friday, the daily commute, learning the names of your professors and classmates, and navigating the maze-like hallways while trying to remember which classroom belongs to which course, every day feels exhausting.
Then there was adjusting to life in Linkon City itself.
When you first arrived, plenty of students already knew who you were, or rather, who you were dating.
Being Rafayel's girlfriend came with a level of attention.
Questions followed you everywhere.
You kept your responses light and polite, engaging in conversation without revealing too much while making sure you didn't come across as rude or dismissive.
Thomas had warned you this would happen.
Ever since your relationship - or rather, your identity - had become public knowledge, reporters had been eager for any new information they could get. Naturally, news of your enrollment at Linkon University had spread quickly.
Being followed around campus or approached with intrusive questions wasn't exactly pleasant, but you refused to let it interfere with your life.
Eventually, the novelty wore off.
Slowly, the students stopped treating you like a celebrity attraction.
By then, you had settled into a comfortable rhythm as well.
From Monday to Friday, you stayed in Linkon City. Then, every Friday evening, you would make the drive back to the villa and spend the weekend with your boyfriend.
Fortunately, Thomas had done his best to adjust the band's schedule so they would have weekends free whenever possible.
It wasn't perfect, but it worked.
During the week, while living in Linkon City, you were grateful to have found a place where you could live comfortably.
You had Caleb to thank for that.
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Not long before your first college semester began, Caleb invited you to finally meet his grandmother and his sister, MC. They lived in the Bloomshore District, just a few streets away from Zayne's parents.
“It's a pleasure to meet you both,” you say politely as Caleb introduces you. “Caleb has told me so much about you.”
Josephine - better known as Gran - takes your hands in hers.
“I'm so glad I finally get to meet you,” she says warmly. “I never thought I'd live to see the day. I've been asking Caleb to bring you here for ages, but it was almost as if he was hiding you.”
You glance at Caleb, who suddenly looks a little guilty.
The four of you settle around the dining table to enjoy lunch together.
Gran is around the same age as your grandparents, so talking with her comes naturally. Caleb's sister, seated across from you, just glares.
She barely speaks. Whenever she does contribute to the conversation, she seems determined to leave you out of it.
“Congratulations on getting accepted into college,” Gran says. “You must be looking forward to it.”
“I'm excited, but nervous too,” you admit. “Right now, we're trying to find a suitable apartment where I can stay while I complete my studies.”
“Moving away, even temporarily, is a big adjustment,” Gran agrees. “Linkon University has an excellent reputation. It's a shame they don't offer dormitories.”
She pauses thoughtfully.
“Actually, why don't you move in here?”
You stare at her, wide-eyed.
“That's an excellent idea,” Caleb says immediately. “Why didn't I think of that?” He shakes his head with a chuckle.
A sharp clatter rings through the room as MC drops her fork onto her plate.
“Absolutely not,” she protests.
“That's a very generous offer,” you say quickly, “but I don't want to intrude on anyone's privacy or become a burden.”
“Nonsense,” Gran replies. “You can have Caleb's old room. He hardly visits anymore, anyway. And I can tell you're a good kid. It might even do MC some good to have an older girl's influence around.”
She glances at MC, who is staring at you with unmistakable displeasure.
After a lengthy discussion and plenty of back-and-forth, you eventually agree.
That night, Caleb insists on giving up his room while he takes the couch.
As soon as he's certain Gran has gone to sleep, he quietly slips into the room.
It starts innocently enough.
What starts as a few innocent cuddles quickly becomes something far more intimate. Before long, keeping your voice down becomes a challenge, both of you constantly reminding each other to be quiet so you don't wake Gran or MC.
…
And that was how you ended up living there.
Life with Gran was easy. In many ways, she reminded you of your own grandparents.
MC, however, was another story.
Having grown up as an only child, you weren't exactly sure how to deal with a teenage girl. Especially not one who seemed determined to make your life miserable.
She would sneak into your room when you weren't there and leave it in disarray. She hid your belongings, or outright stole them. Once, after Gran called you away to help her with something, MC managed to get hold of your laptop and deleted an assignment you'd spent hours working on.
Whenever she knew you were studying, she'd blast music loud.
And if that wasn't enough, she'd complain to Caleb about things you'd supposedly said or done to her - things that had never happened.
You tried ignoring it, tried being patient and understanding.
But eventually, you snapped.
Without bothering to knock, you slammed her bedroom door open.
Before she could react, you marched across the room, grabbed her phone, and silenced the music.
You hold it out of reach.
“I've tried to be nice,” you said. "I've tried to be respectful. I've tried to get along with you. But enough is enough.”
MC opened her mouth but you didn't let her speak.
“I'm tired of being the target of a bratty teenage’s tantrums. Do they think I don't know what you've been telling Caleb.”
Her expression hardened.
“I know you've disliked me since the day we met for I don’t know why. But it's time you accepted reality.” You crossed your arms. “Like it or not, I'm staying here for the next two years. And if your plan is to get Caleb and me to break up, that's not happening either.”
MC's anger vanished, replaced by fear.
And then she burst into tears.
Perhaps she expected you to apologize.
Or comfort her.
You did neither.
Instead, you sat down on the edge of her bed and waited.
Eventually, the sobs faded into sniffles.
When she finally reached for a tissue, you spoke.
“Better?”
“Now,” you said, leaning forward slightly, “are you willing to talk?”
“You heard Gran before," she mumbled. "Caleb hardly ever comes home.”
“He's always busy with the band.” Her voice sounded hurt.
“And then you showed up.”
“He has time for a girlfriend," she continued bitterly, “but not his own sister. He's my big brother. I'm supposed to matter most. I'm supposed to be his priority.”
Understanding slowly dawned on you. She was jealous
You were quiet for a moment, choosing your words carefully.
“Living with Deepspace has shown me just how demanding their career can be”, you said.
“As an only child, I can't pretend I know what it's like to have a sibling. But I do know that growing up means chasing goals, dreams and responsibilities that sometimes pull you away from the people you love. That doesn't mean those people stop mattering.”
You smiled gently.
“And I know one thing for certain. Caleb loves his family. You'll always be his little sister, MC. Nothing is ever going to change that.”
…
MC began to warm up to you after that day. Of course, she'd never openly admit it and still acted indifferent. MC would probably deny caring about you if anyone asked.
Much to Gran's and Caleb's delight, the two of you gradually grew closer.
Somewhere along the way, without either of you noticing, it started to feel like you'd gained the little sister you'd never had.
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After around a year, changes began to come for Deepspace.
The first was Zayne.
You had just completed your first year of college and were enjoying the brief break before your second year began. It was the most free time you'd had since the Christmas holidays.
All six of you - including Thomas - were gathered around the dining table in the villa for what had become a familiar sight: another band meeting.
“I've decided to continue my studies and begin my residency,” Zayne announced.
Everyone voiced their support.
“Does this mean the end of Deepspace?” you asked.
“Not necessarily. At least not for now,” Zayne replied.
Thomas nodded thoughtfully.
“We'll see how demanding your residency schedule is and work from there,” he said. “I promise Deepspace's activities will never interfere with your studies.”
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Zayne's residency at the local hospital allowed him to return home to the villa every night.
Whenever your own schedule permitted, you headed to the hospital to have lunch with him.
Today was no different.
Dressed in his scrubs, Zayne waited for you outside the hospital, and the two of you sat on one of the benches in the small park beside the building.
“You really didn't have to come. You hardly get a break yourself. You should be resting,” Zayne said as you handed him a bento box.
“You're one to talk,” you replied. “Don't think I haven't noticed the tension lingering in your shoulders, the exhaustion in your voice that even the phone couldn't hide, or the dark circles under your eyes.”
You poked his cheek.
After entering your second year of college, life had become even more chaotic. The final semester required a certain number of internship hours in order to qualify for your degree, leaving you with even less free time than before.
The university provided a list of companies willing to accept interns, and one name immediately stood out to you: the theatre where part of Deepspace's Temptress music video had been filmed.
Fortunately, both the manager and assistant remembered you and were more than happy to offer you the position.
Sadly, with so much going on, you no longer travelled to the villa every weekend like you used to. More often than not, you were either too busy or too exhausted.
But whenever you did visit, you noticed how Zayne always looked tired when he came home - some days more than others - but he also looked fulfilled.
Although you hated seeing him exhausted and could have done without the faint scent of disinfectant that seemed permanently attached to him now, you couldn't deny that he made an incredibly handsome doctor.
You also discovered something else.
Something very interesting.
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“Doctor Zayne, I'm not feeling well.”
Zayne glanced up from the notes spread across his desk.
“I keep telling you,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “I'm not a qualified doctor yet.”
You ignored him.
“I feel hot. My heart is racing. My head is spinning.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Without a word, he stood and guided you toward his bed.
You sat down while he took a seat beside you.
His hand pressed against your forehead.
“Temperature normal.”
Then he took your wrist.
“Pulse slightly elevated, but nothing concerning.”
You tilted your head. “And what's your diagnosis, Doctor?”
“One hundred percent healthy.” His voice remained perfectly serious.
You scooted closer.
“I'm not convinced…”
“…In fact, I think I'm suffering from a severe case of touch starvation and require immediate treatment.”
That earned you a genuine smirk.
“And what treatment would you recommend?”
You slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed with you. You looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
“One Doctor Zayne.”
That was the first time the two of you had indulged in a little role-playing.
It certainly wasn't the last.
You learned that beneath Zayne's stoic, disciplined exterior was someone deeply passionate with quite the appetite when it comes to affection.
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“I got everything you wanted, cutie,” Rafayel said as he unfolded the massive sheet of paper across the floor, securing each corner with heavy objects.
“You know I'm always happy to support your artistic side, but are you finally going to tell me why you need all this?”
Instead of answering, you simply smiled.
Rafayel watched curiously as you slipped out of your clothes. His gaze lingered shamelessly, though confusion still remained.
Then you dipped your hand into one of the paint pots and dragged a streak of color across your skin.
Realization immediately dawned on his face.
A grin spread across his lips.
Rafayel followed your lead.
The masterpiece you and Rafayel created that day was one that no one but the two of you would ever see.
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“Can't you at least give me a hint?” you asked.
The two of you were sitting in Rafayel's car as he drove toward an unknown destination. Earlier he'd insisted that you dress nicely, refusing to explain anything further.
“We're almost there, cutie,” was the only answer he gave.
A few minutes later, he pulled into a parking space outside a building called
Flux Arts.
Judging by the name, you assumed it was some kind of gallery.
The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted by Thomas.
Neither of them explained anything, allowing you to wander through the space at your own pace.
Painting after painting lined the walls.
You recognized the style immediately.
Every single piece belonged to Rafayel.
“With everyone else pursuing their dreams,” Rafayel said as he stepped up beside you, “I figured it was finally my turn.”
Then, with theatrical flair, he gave an exaggerated bow.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” he declared. “Rafayel. Part-time idol for Deepspace, part-time artist, and full-time Y/N boyfriend.”
“You should add full-time handful,” Thomas muttered.
You burst out laughing.
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When Xavier suddenly appeared at the front entrance of Linkon University without warning, you were surprised.
He claimed he had made the sudden trip because of a family matter but refused to elaborate further.
Judging by the troubled expression on his face, whatever had happened was serious.
So, knowing Jeremiah was usually the only person to know what was going on, you gave him a call.
Xavier's father had passed away.
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You attended the funeral alongside the others to support him.
You knew Xavier's relationship with his father had been complicated, but that didn't change the fact that he was still Xavier's father.
As the crowd at the cemetery slowly began to disperse.
Finally, Xavier turned toward the group.
“I won't be returning to the villa anytime soon.”
The announcement wasn't entirely unexpected.
You weren't sure how much the others knew about Xavier's family. Even your own knowledge was limited, most of it coming from Jeremiah.
If anyone knew more, it was probably Rafayel. After all, the two of them had gone to high school together.
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Being in Linkon City meant Xavier was the boyfriend you saw most often.
Although he tried to act as though everything was okay, the stress showed in the way his shoulders tensed, and the distracted look on his face.
Whenever you asked about it he brushed your concerns aside.
“You don't need to concern yourself with my family matters,” he told you.
So once again, you called Jeremiah.
“The employees are giving Xavier a hard time,” Jeremiah sighed over the phone. “They keep challenging his decisions, refusing to follow instructions, and criticizing every proposal he makes.”
“Somehow, Isaiah seems to have gained the upper hand,” Jeremiah added.
The first, and only time you'd met Isaiah, you'd warned him not to cause trouble for Xavier.
After a great deal of pleading, negotiating, and persistence, you somehow managed to convince Xavier to bring you along to the next family meeting.
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The moment you entered the room, every eye turned toward you.
The space was filled with intimidating men dressed in black suits.
“What is she doing here?!” Isaiah demanded, pointing directly at you.
“Have you already forgotten what I told you the last time we met?”
“Master Xavier,” one of the men spoke up. “This is a private family meeting.”
“Since this woman is my girlfriend, she is technically family.” Xavier said calmly.
“She stays.”
“Don't mind me.”
Walking past the gathered men, you claimed a seat in the corner of the room as though you couldn't care less about what was happening.
In reality, you listened to every word.
Unfortunately, much of the discussion involved business matters you barely understood.
Still, one thing became obvious.
They were attacking Xavier - every proposal, every decision he made was criticized.
Eventually, the arguments escalated into shouting.
You rose from your chair, crossed the room, and slammed your fist onto the nearest table.
Instant silence followed.
Every head turned toward you.
“I may not officially be part of the Shen family,” you began, “and I'll be honest, barely understand half of what you've all been arguing about.”
“I know that Xavier never showed much interest in the family business.”
Your gaze hardened.
“And frankly, who can blame him? If I had to spend every day dealing with a room full of arrogant assholes, I wouldn't want anything to do with it either.”
Several men immediately opened their mouths to protest, but one look from you shut them right back up.
“ Men like you pride yourselves on loyalty, don't you?”
No one answered.
“Whether you agree with it or not, the former head of the Shen family chose Xavier as his successor. Are you really comfortable disregarding the final wishes of a dead man?”
The silence that followed was deafening.
You folded your arms.
“If anyone has a problem with that, you know where the door is.”
Then you calmly sat back down.
...
The atmosphere changed after that.
The shouting stopped, and the discussion became calmer.
By the time the meeting ended, every man in the room rose and bowed respectfully to Xavier.
To your surprise, they bowed to you as well.
Everyone except Isaiah.
He merely glared angrily in your direction and muttered something under his breath.
The room emptied as the door closed behind the last person.
Only you and Xavier remained.
He crossed the room in a few long strides.
The next thing you knew, he had lifted you onto the edge of the conference table.
After the last man left, leaving only you and Xavier in the room, he crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides.
Before you could react, his hands found your waist and he lifted you onto the edge of the table.
The kiss that followed was intense enough to steal your breath away.
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was uneven and his gaze full of desire.
“The moment you stood up and talked back to them, I wanted to pin you against the wall right then and there,” he admitted, his voice low.
He lowered his head until his lips brushed your ear.
“Let me show you how much I appreciate it,” he whispered.
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Sylus let out a heavy sigh of annoyance.
“I have to go to the N109,” he said with obvious displeasure. “The twins are causing chaos again.”
“Can I come?” you asked.
“I was already planning on bringing you with me, kitten,” Sylus replied with a smile.
...
The journey to the N109 Zone felt endless.
With its advanced technology and towering skyscrapers, it looked similar to Linkon City. Yet an eerie darkness seemed to hang over the entire place, as though an invisible veil blocked out the sun. The city remained shrouded in shadows.
No wonder Sylus was so sensitive to bright light.
Heavy rain began to fall as Sylus pulled into the driveway of a manor that looked haunted.
Before you could even reach the front door, it swung open.
Two teenage boys stood waiting on the other side.
They were identical - bright red hair, Mischievous grins, trouble written all over their faces - and absolutely no resemblance to Sylus.
“Welcome home, Boss-Man,” the twins said in unison.
“Boss-Man?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow as Sylus led you inside.
“An inside joke,” he replied dismissively.
“And you must be Boss-Lady.”
You grinned.
“I like Boss-Lady.”
Sylus groaned.
“The twins. Luke and Kieran,” he introduced.
“Where's the old man?”
“Living room,” the twins grumbled.
…
They followed behind as the group made their way deeper into the manor.
In the living room, a man sat in a leather armchair positioned before an enormous bookcase.
His presence dominated the room.
His suit was immaculate and undoubtedly expensive. A glass of whiskey rested in one hand as he regarded the room with sharp, predatory eyes.
“You're late.” His voice sounded like gravel.
“Hello to you too,” Sylus scoffed as he dropped onto the sofa.
You sat beside him while Luke and Kieran chose seats as far away from the older man as possible.
“It's inappropriate to bring a mistress to a family gathering,” Sylus's father remarked, his gaze sweeping over you.
“She isn't my mistress,” Sylus said. “She's my woman.”
“Hello, sir. My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N?” He swirled the ice in his drink. “Not a name I recognize.”
Before you could ask what list he meant, Sylus answered.
“She's not one of our acquaintances.”
“Then perhaps the entertainment industry?” his father mused. “Singer? Actress? Model?”
“Sorry to disappoint, but if you're asking whether I'm some rich heiress or celebrity, the answer is no.”
“If you've come seeking my approval, I refuse to give it.”
A pointed look was directed at Sylus.
“Do you have no standards?”
“As if that weren't enough, the twins are already an embarrassment to the family name,” he continued, speaking as though Luke and Kieran weren't standing in the room. “I raised you better than this.”
“We didn't come here for your approval,” you interrupted.
“Because we don't need it.”
You met his stare without hesitation.
“For a man who seems to hop from one mistress to the next, I don't think you're qualified to judge anyone else's relationship.”
His face turned a dangerous shade of red, and you genuinely wondered if steam might start pouring from his ears.
Then Sylus laughed.
Loudly.
“I like her,” Luke declared.
“Approved!” Kieran added enthusiastically.
Sylus rose to his feet and you followed suit.
“Until next time,” Sylus said smoothly.
The two of you headed for the door with Luke and Kieran trailing behind you.
The moment the living room doors closed behind you, the twins burst into laughter.
“Did you see his face?”
“He looked like he was about to explode.”
Beside you, Sylus put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.
The smile that spread across his face, and the look in his eyes were clear adoration.
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You sit on a plastic chair arranged in a long row alongside dozens of other graduates on the football field behind the university. The seat is slightly cold, and the grass beneath your feet is still damp from the recent rainstorms as you wait for the headmaster to call your name.
When he finally does, you rise to your feet and squeeze past the other students before making your way up the steps to the small metal stage.
The headmaster congratulates you on your successful graduation and shakes your hand.
You accept the framed degree before turning toward the audience, smiling for the camera.
That's when you spot them.
Your boyfriends.
All five of them are seated near the back of the family section.
And they're not alone.
Your grandmother and grandfather are there too.
Your smile widens, your eyes shining with delight.
...
Eventually, the final degree is handed out, and the ceremony comes to an end.
You weave through the crowd until you reach the people you've been looking for.
“Grandmama! Pops!”
You throw your arms around them both.
With the help of a walking stick, your grandfather is now able to stand and walk on his own two feet much more easily, instead of being confined to a wheelchair.
Thanks to the boys, he'd received far better medical care, and the improvement in his condition has been remarkable. The injuries from the accident left permanent damage that will never fully heal, but he's stronger now.
“What are you doing here?” you laugh. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming?”
“And miss our only granddaughter's graduation?” your grandfather scoffs. “Nonsense, Firecracker.”
“We're so proud of you,” your grandmother says, dabbing at the tears gathering in her eyes.
One by one, the boys step forward to congratulate you.
Each of them presses a kiss to your cheek and places a bouquet of flowers in your arms until you're practically buried beneath them.
“Thank you, my loves,” you laugh.
“We need more pictures,” Rafayel declares, already holding up his camera.
Halfway through another round of photos, a group of your classmates approaches.
You introduce them to your grandparents and the boys, despite the fact that everyone already recognizes the members of Deepspace.
...
“Y/N, are you still coming?” one of your friends asks.
You glance between your grandparents and your boyfriends.
Your grandmother smiles, “Don't change your plans for our sake.”
“We were planning to celebrate at a Korean barbecue restaurant,” you explain.
“Why don't all of you come with us?,” another friend suggests.
“The more, the merrier,” another one insists.
Everyone agrees.
“I'll text everyone the address,” you say, pulling out your phone. “Meet you there.”
…
Inside, the warm aroma of grilled meat fills the air.
You approach a member of staff and to your relief, they assure you they can accommodate everyone in one of the restaurant's private dining lounges.
After thanking them, you lead your friends inside before returning to the entrance to wait for the others.
...
The food smells incredible.
It tastes even better.
Plates are passed around the table. Drinks are poured. Laughter fills the room.
You glance around the table.
The people who supported you through every challenge, every late night, every doubt, and every success.
Two years of hard work.
Two years of sacrifices.
A warm smile spreads across your face as you look at the people you love most.
It's hard to believe how much has changed in just two years.
Surrounded by the people who have become your home, you can't imagine your life any other way.
Bonus chapter 2.0 (smut)
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They were a tangle of limbs and sweat and lazy satisfaction. Max on his stomach, arms folded under the pillow, Charles tucked against his side with Oscar draped half-over both of them like the sweat cooling against their skin was a balm.
For once, no one was rushing toward sleep. Just drifting.
Until Oscar said, way too casually, “So, I bent Charles over his Ferrari in the garage earlier.”
Max blinked.
Then turned his head slowly toward Charles, “You did what?”
Charles groaned, attempting to hide his face in Max’s shoulder.
“I hate you,” he muttered at Oscar, muffled by cotton and muscle.
Oscar just grinned, “You didn’t hate me then.”
Max sat up, dislodging both of them, like someone had just hit the DRS button on his brain, “Hold on. You’re telling me you fucked him. Over the car. Like—over the actual Ferrari?”
Oscar stretched, “He was practically draped over the cockpit. His hands gripping the halo and everything. Not the only white-knuckling he does in that car, but I'm sure the most satisfying. It was very poetic.”
Max’s mouth dropped open in mock horror, “Taking him on hallowed Ferrari grounds? That’s disgusting. I’m so proud of you.”
Charles shoved a pillow over his face as he attempted to roll away from them, “You’re insufferable. Both of you.”
Max leaned down, clearly enjoying every second of Charles’s embarrassment, “Did you moan for him, schatje? Right there in the garage? All bent over like a good little—”
Charles launched the pillow at his head, but Max caught it easily and tucked it under his arm to stop a further assault.
Oscar snorted, “He was gorgeous. Helmet still on the floor. Race suit still half-off. Didn’t even get to take my time. The sight was unbelievable, Max.”
Max made a sound like he was physically restraining himself, “God. That’s so hot I’m going to have to ban you both from Ferrari.”
“You sound like your just dying to have been in Osc's place,” Charles said dryly, rolling onto his back to glare at the ceiling.
“Oh, I wish,” Max said. “What I wish for more though, is to have been about to see him bend you over to take care of you and fuck you in all the ways Ferrari can't.”
Oscar was howling now.
Charles groaned again, dragging a hand over his face, “This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“I want a video next time,” Max completely ignoring Charles. “Jesus.”
Oscar propped himself up on one elbow, eyeing Max, “You think you wouldn't get an invite?”
“I better,” Max’s grin was absolutely unholy. “But we need something solid that we can go back to again and again to remind Charles of the only thing that car is good for.”
"Oh?”
“Ferrari has fucked him over too many times, when he should be fucked over one instead.”
Oscar raised a brow, “Keep talking like that and I'll have to have a mellow dramatic breakdown after a race too.”
“So now you want a turn,” Max said, voice smug and certain. “You want to be bent over your car, in your garage, while Lando’s doing his Sky interview twenty feet away?”
Oscar blinked, “Well… When you put it that way...”
Charles made a strangled noise, “Can’t we go one race weekend without threatening to fuck on company property?”
Max leaned in close, all teeth and delight, “Not when you keep making it so easy.”
“I hate you,” Charles mumbled.
“You love us,” Max corrected, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Are you saying you wouldn't want me to watch Oscar have his way with you in your garage? Or you wouldn't want to watch me put the championship leader in his place?”
Charles turned scarlet.
Oscar just grinned and dragged the blanket up over all three of them like it might save any of them from what they’d just started.
Spoiler: it wouldn’t.
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I didn’t have this ready in time for Canada and thought I could stick it in at the beginning of the Austria chapter, but sadly, it messes with the flow.
Hi, lovelies! As promised, here is that Elriel piece I have been working on. I'm very proud of this one and couldn't wait to share it with you all! @elriel-month
