#letmebeyoursavior

HIM alternate ending. In this universe, Cameron signed the deal.

TW: dark and obsessive themes, blood mentioned, death, dead bird do not eat

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Class was quiet, yet it felt so loud at the same time. You could feel the stares and the whispers from your classmates.

“It’s really her,”

“Look at her jacket”

“I can’t believe she actually goes here”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at up, you pretended to be focused on your notes,

yet you couldn’t read a single word. You sat in the back row this time, it was better to avoid the eyes of your peers.

You felt a note slide into your peripheral view.

You need to be careful

You didn’t even have to look and see who it came from, you quickly scribbled back,

I know

As quickly as you returned it, he already sent it back to you.

No you don’t

Your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, you looked toward him, he was looking straight, his jaw locked in place. You wanted to question him, what could he possibly know about this situation? It was too risky to try and ask now, You sent a text to Yvonne asking for a study group tonight, she nodded, going back to doodling in her notes. Even if you tried to speak to him right after class there were security nearby and--

“Do you know the answer, y/n?” The professor interrupted your train of thought. Everyone slowly turned toward you, and you felt their gaze bore into your eyes.

You steadied your breathing and looked straight to the board,

“Pathogen.”

“Correct,” he said, before turning back to his computer where he projected the lecture slides.

Your phone buzzed repeatedly, you knew your name would be trending, you didn’t even have to look. Before you had entered class, you swiftly set your socials to ‘private’. The follow requests buzzed, and you wanted to bury your head under the desk.

Another note slid your way,

Batting cages

West Baseball Field

After class

You wanted to shake your head ‘no’, if he or his security found out, you don’t know what he’d do to you…or Lando. You shuddered at the memory of what he did to that poor boy at the dinner. You looked at him, and he kept his eyes on the projector screen.

Lecture was finally over, you gathered your things and crumbled the note, stuffing it into your pocket. Students were moving a bit slower than usual, their eyes lingering on you as they slowly gathered their things.

You tried to search in the class to see if his security were in here, no one seemed to be looking at you, so you quickly said,

“What do you mean I don’t know?” you asked Lando without making any contact.

“I can’t explain here,” he said, slowly putting his things away.

You guys slowly started to head down the stairs of the lecture room, “I’m not even supposed to be talking to you, if Cameron finds out he’ll--”

“--I know”. He turned back to you, looking into your eyes. And for a moment, time stood still, you were both having a silent conversation, as his hardened eyes bored into your fearful ones, they softened into a pleading look.

Just then, he slid another note to you. This one was thicker, slightly bigger. You unfolded it and almost gasped,

It was a child photo of you and some other boy with glasses, braces, and an arm cast.

How did he…?

But then, you connected the dots, you looked up,

and down,

You looked at him—really looked this time.

The glasses. The jaw. The eyes.

Oh my God…

Memories flooded into you,

Crashing into you all at once.

Before Cameron, before you moved to the new neighborhood, you didn’t really have many memories of your old neighborhood and early childhood. Your parents would call what went on there as a ‘rough patch’.

Money was rarely there, words were said, even hands were thrown. It made you dissociate whenever you were there.

You remember one time, it got so bad, you had run out of the house, and made your way to the park.

You met a boy there, broken glasses, braces, skin just like yours. He had a lisp from his braces, and he was sitting on the wood chips, holding his right arm with tears on his face.

He looked at you, squinting, “Are you okay?” He’d ask, you nodded, asking him, “Are you?”

He stood up slowly, coming face to face with you, “Why ith your fathe wet like mineth’ths?” He then used his left arm to wipe them away.

“Thank you, do you like Winnie the Pooh?” You asked him, he nodded eagerly, wiping his own away. “My friends call me Tigger!” He started jumping up and down despite his injury.

“I’m Orlando, but I go by Tigger more,” he stuck out his left hand, you shook it.

You smiled, “I’m y/n, but call me Winnie,” you pulled him in for a hug and you had been friends since.

You would play whenever you could leave out, which was often, you would share each other snacks at school and walk each other home. You would confide in him about your problems at home, and he’d tell you about his, but with very vague details, he was always happen to listen to you.

Things started getting better at home, dad got a new job, they were happy again, and you were happy again. You would also go by the Saviors stadium with dad’s new promotion being able to take the family out more often.

You saw Tigger less and less, your parents announced they’d be moving, so you spent more time in your new neighborhood the summer of 7th grade. Your parents wanted you acclimated to the kids over there, it never worked though, you were pretty much born an introvert.

Once the moving was completed, you mostly stayed inside, reading. You didn’t have time to tell Tigger you’d be gone, you kind of just…stopped coming.

You disappeared from his life.

And now he was standing right in front of you—

and you hadn’t even recognized him.

You had no phone, no email, or any form of communication with him. He was just, a forgotten memory of your past.

Soon, the memories you shared of him were pushed to the back of your mind—especially once you met Cameron.

Your eyes welled up with tears, you looked around hastily, seeing if security was in here, you couldn’t be too sure. You looked at him, this time with more familiarity, he looked down at you, he couldn’t contain his smile. You wanted to hug him, but the reality of your situation brought you back.

You knew the stakes of being seen with Lando, it wasn’t just security you had to watch out for,

it was the students,

His fans.

The events of the last few weeks have been…interesting (yet that was an understatement). Cameron…he was still your Cameron, but he was just so…different at the same time. The way people were so captivated with him,

It was as if they were devoted to him. That same reverence that the waiter had for Isaiah, you were starting to see it everywhere now with Cameron.You felt like you were losing yourself, like your choices weren’t yours anymore. Cameron had a leash on you and as the days went by, that leash felt tighter,

You felt like you were being choked. You knew Cameron wanted what’s best for you, but was his way of endearing care? Or control?

“Okay,” you said, as you were getting closer to the door, not facing Lando.

“I’ll go, but, we have to be discreet. There are eyes…everywhere.”

Lando nodded, “Already ahead of you,” he pulled out his phone, a map appeared on his screen.

“If you go to the South End,” he pointed to one corner, “there’s a utility hallway that leads to the West Baseball field outhouse. Walk behind the dugout, around here…”

he traced his finger around the dugout, to a giant X,

“...and the batting cages are right there.”

You nodded, until a memory popped into your head,

“Wait, I thought the South End women’s bathrooms were closed due to construction,” he waved you off,

“This place has been saying that for what---how many years now? I already checked it out--the doors even fucking unlocked.”

You still seemed unsure of this, what if a student saw you? What if security saw you?

Lando looked around, before he put his hand on your shoulder,

“Don’t worry Winnie, I got you, trust me,” he rubbed your arm in reassurance. You took a deep breath, Cameron was long gone already, so that eliminated one factor to worry about.

You looked at him and nodded, “You’re right, thank you Tigger.” you smiled.

“Follow my lead,” he said, he opened the door and yelled out,

“HEY!!! I HEARD CAMERON CADE IS ON THE EAST CAMPUS PATIO! HE’S GIVING OUT FREE TICKETS!” he pointed the opposite direction of where you’d have to go.

Everyone took off in a frenzy, rushing to get to the patio first. As soon as the hallway was cleared, he opened the classroom door again, motioning for you to join him. You both ran to the South Women’s Bathrooms.

The place was like a relic, stuck in time. These bathrooms were probably used in the 60’s--70’s latest. The lights were off and you used your phone light to find the other door. He used his shoulder to get the utility closet door open, when he opened it, a cloud of dust blew.

It was dark and the smell was murky,

He put his hand on the small of your back to guide you, before resorting to holding your hand. He was able to navigate blindly through the pathway with no light, and it was even darker than the Women’s Bathroom.

After a few turns, he opened a door and you could finally see the light from outside. You ran a hand through your hair, making sure you weren’t caught up in any cobwebs.

You could see the West Baseball Field a few meters away, you guys were near the back of the dugout. “Home stretch,” stated Lando, “let's go.” You both set off at a steady pace, within a minute or so, you arrived at the batting cages.

You huffed, placing your hands on your knees as you leaned over, out of breath. Your cardio wasn’t the best, you hadn’t really worked out since before Cameron left for Isaiah’s compound and off-season training.

“So,” you huffed, “what *breath* were you trying *breath* to tell me? *breath* *breath* *breath*”.

You guys went to a seat within one of the cages. He guided you to a seat, “You might want to sit down for this.” Despite not wanting to, you sat down anyways, looking at him.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a bit, “Cameron isn’t who you think he is, Winnie.” he looked at you to see what your reaction would be.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Pfft, we’ll I mean, yeah, he’s a quarterback for one of the biggest teams in the country--”

“--That’s not what I mean y/n.” Lando cut you off, if that’s not what he meant, what other possible explanation could there be?

“Has he been acting different? Have people around him been?”

You thought hard about it, yes, you noticed a bit of a difference, especially the mall.

But that’s just regular celebrity stuff, celebrities get free stuff all the time.

“Well I mean…we were at the mall last weekend and all of our stuff was free? I don’t think that’s really odd.” you shrugged your shoulders.

He shook his head, “Think Winnie, anything at all? Any personality changes that you weren’t apparent before?”

Lando shook his head slowly. “Think, Winnie. Anything. Even small.”

You hesitated.

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.

“…He’s just under a lot of pressure,” you said quietly. “That’s all.” Lando didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

“That’s not what I asked.”

The silence stretched, your chest felt tight.

You swallowed. “…He gets angry,” you admitted.

Lando’s jaw ticked.

“How angry?”

You looked away.

Your voice dropped.

“There was this waiter… at dinner.”

Lando straightened slightly, eyes locking onto you.

“What happened?”

You hesitated again—but this time, the memory forced its way out.

“He spilled wine on me,” you said. “And Cameron just… snapped.”

Your fingers trembled slightly in your lap.

“He grabbed him. Slammed him into the table. He went ballistic…” your voice shook, “No one could stop him.”

You swallowed hard.

“It was until Isaiah told him to stop.”

Silence.

Lando didn’t react right away.

But something in his expression shifted—sharp, immediate.

“If it weren’t for the wine he spilled on me…” you trailed off.

Lando’s eyes narrowed.

“What kind of wine?”

You blinked, thrown off.

“…What?”

“The wine, Winnie. What kind?”

“I—I don’t know,” you said, confused. “Red? It tasted… kind of bitter—”

“—Metallic?”

Your breath hitched.

Slowly…

you nodded.

“…Yeah.”

Lando leaned back slightly, like that confirmed something he didn’t want to be true.

“Do you feel any different since then?” he asked, quieter now.

Your brows furrowed.

“What? No—Lando, what are you talking about?”

He studied your face like he was putting pieces together.

Then—

“Has he ever put his hands on you?”

Your breath caught.

You didn’t answer.

And that was answer enough.

Lando’s expression hardened instantly.

Slowly—carefully—he reached out and tilted your chin upward.

You froze.

His eyes scanned your neck.

The faint bruise.

Still there.

His jaw clenched.

Then his gaze dropped to your arm.

Another one.

Something in him snapped.

“…He did this?” his voice came out low. Dangerous.

You couldn’t speak.

Lando let go of your chin abruptly, standing up so fast the bench scraped loudly against the ground.

“Are you serious right now?” his voice cracked, anger spilling through. “Winnie—he put his hands on you and you’re still sitting here defending him?!”

You flinched.

“He didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t.” Lando snapped.

His hands dragged through his hair, pacing once, twice. “That’s not an accident. That’s not pressure. That’s not love.” He turned back to you, eyes burning. “That’s control.”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“You don’t understand—”

“No, you don’t understand.” His voice dropped, intense, urgent. “You are not safe with him.” The words hit harder this time. “You need to get away from him. Now.”

“I…I can’t do that, he’ll find me one way or another,” you said, defeated. You buried your face into your hands, until a thought came to you.

“But Lando…how did you know about the taste of the wine?” You asked, facing him again.

Lando stared at you, wondering just how much to tell you. He exhaled deeply, running his hands up and down his knees.

“…Cameron is…Him.”

You blinked.

“…Yeah,” you said, confused. “They call him that online all the time, what’s your point—”

“—No.” Lando cut in, sharper this time. “Not like that.”

You froze.

“He’s not really Cameron anymore.”

Silence fell between you.

Thick.

Uncomfortable.

Lando swallowed, his jaw tightening before he spoke again.

“There’s…something else,” he said carefully. “Something that’s been around a lot longer than any of us.”

Your fingers tightened around your sleeves.

“What are you talking about…?”

“It’s not just fame, Winnie,” he continued, his voice lower now. “It’s not just talent, or pressure, or luck.”

He looked at you.

Dead serious.

“It’s a partnership.”

Your stomach dropped.

“A partnership…?”

He nodded once.

“With something that feeds off attention. Worship. Power.”

Your breathing slowed.

Unsteady.

“It found humans a long time ago,” Lando said. “Watched how people idolize things—sports, fame, status…how they’ll give everything to win.”

His eyes darkened slightly.

“And how they’ll give everything to someone who can win for them.”

A chill ran down your spine.

“So it started offering something back.”

You didn’t interrupt.

Couldn’t.

“Power. Influence. Control. The kind of control that makes people follow you without even realizing it.”

Your mind flashed—

The mall.

The cashier .

The way people looked at Cameron.

Lando leaned forward slightly.

“They don’t just admire him, Winnie.”

His voice dropped.

“They need him.”

Your chest tightened.

“And Cameron…” Lando exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “Cameron made that deal.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“He’s the quarterback,” Lando continued. “The one everyone depends on. The one who carries the team. The face of everything.”

His gaze locked onto yours.

“That’s exactly the kind of person it chooses.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“With the Saviors?” he added quietly. “Their star player? Their golden boy?”

A pause.

Then—

“The Saviors didn’t just find it.”

Lando’s voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“It found them.”

You stood up quickly,

“No…I don’t believe you.” You shook your head violently

“Winnie you know I wouldn’t lie to you,” Lando tried to hold your shoulders with his hands,

You ripped them off.

“That’s insane!” You exclaimed, “Cameron is a man of God and he wouldn’t do something like that—“

“—So why does he put his hands on you? Huh?! I bet you right now he doesn’t even have a Bible at his place” Lando threw his hands up, this shut you up.

“It’s because of the demon…the demon needs someone by his side…someone who who’s compliment, submissive…”

He looked you up and down,

“And that person is you.”

You laughed, but nothing was funny. You couldn’t believe what was going on, it’s only been a week and your world was turned upside down.

Lando seemed to know a lot about whatever was going on, you quirked an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip,

“So, you gonna tell me what you are then?” You asked him.

Lando stilled for a moment, wondering how carefully he’d have to choose his words. “Tigger…” you called him by his childhood name, Lando exhaled and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“It’s…complicated—arg!” He put his hand up to his head, bending over in pain. But you didn’t care.

“Didn’t seem so complicated when you were telling me my boyfriend was the damn devil!”

“Y/n,” he said in pain, his breaths becoming ragged, “I promise you that—urggh—”

“Maybe you’re just mad that I had left after all of these years and—”

“ARGHH! SILENCE!” Lando’s voice boomed, it sent you to the ground. But something about it was off, it sounded layered,

as if two people were speaking at the same time.

“WE WILL NOT TAKE THIS KIND OF DISRESPECT FROM YOU MORTAL” he said, standing over you.

You noticed that Lando’s eyes were dark—

—almost black,

Just like Cameron’s would be.

He started making his way over, taking slow, deliberate steps to where you were. You tried scooching back, but you were rooted in fear.

His breathing became even, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, when he exhaled, his eyes were back to normal.

“So…do you believe us now?” He said, tilting his head lightly. Your eyes looked ready to bug out, but you slowly nodded anyway.

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You and Lando promptly went to the library. Prior to that, he retrieved a San Antonio University Angels hoodie for you to use that would prevent people from noticing you too well.

Lando checked out a study room, and you hastily made your way toward it.

In the study room, 1 out of the 4 walls was glass, while the others were soundproofed interior. There was a giant whiteboard with wheels to move it around, Lando moved it to the glass wall, to avoid anyone seeing it was you inside.

“I want to know…everything.” You said.

Next scene

You sat across from Lando, your fingers twisting together in your lap, trying to make sense of everything he had already said.

“…There are different entities,” he said quietly. “Differebr ones have different contacts. Different…rules.”

Your brows furrowed.

“…Did you sign one too?”

Lando shook his head immediately.

“No.”

A pause.

“I was born into it.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What does that even mean?”

He leaned back slightly, exhaling.

“It’s been in my family for generations,” he said. “This entity—it doesn’t just move on.”

His jaw tightened.

“It stays. It splits. It…multiplies.”

You stared at him.

“…That sounds worse.”

“It is,” he muttered.

His gaze shifted toward the whiteboard covering the glass wall.

Then—

he raised his hand.

With a small flick of his fingers, something appeared above the table.

Two forms.

One burned a deep, restless red.

The other—cool, shifting blue.

They moved like smoke.

Like sand.

Like they were breathing.

Your breath caught.

“Red,” Lando said, nodding toward the crimson one.

Then—

“Bleu.”

The two forms circled each other slowly, like they were aware of one another.

“They’re not just similar,” he said.

“They’re brothers.”

Your chest tightened.

“They came from the same place. The same…nothing.”

The smoke shifted.

Figures formed.

Men.

Dark-skinned.

Cloth wrapped around their waists.

Spears in hand.

“…They came here together,” Lando said. “Centuries ago.”

A beat.

“…Nigeria.”

The figures moved.

Then—

another shape formed.

Gold.

Feminine.

Radiant.

And for a second—

it looked like you.

Your breath hitched.

“They both found her,” Lando said.

“They both wanted her.”

The red and blue figures turned toward the golden one.

And then—

Lando’s body went still.

His voice dropped.

Layered.

“I found her first.”

Cold.

Not human.

Then he blinked—

and staggered slightly.

“Jesus—” he muttered, rubbing his head. “Can you let me finish without hijacking my body for five seconds?”

He rolled his eyes, but there was tension underneath it.

Like it wasn’t fully a joke.

“They fought,” he continued. “Not just as themselves—but through people.”

The table shifted again—

More figures.

Red.

Blue.

Clashing.

Weapons striking.

A war.

“They created multiples,” Lando said. “Used humans as extensions of themselves.”

Your chest tightened watching the figures collide.

“For years, they fought.”

A pause.

“Until Red ‘died.’”

The red form flickered—

but didn’t disappear.

“…He didn’t,” Lando said quietly.

“He survived.”

The image shifted.

A wounded soldier.

Barely breathing.

“Red stayed,” Lando said. “Inside him.”

His eyes darkened.

“He liked it here.”

A beat.

“He liked us.”

Your stomach turned.

“The violence. The competition. The way humans will give everything—body, mind, soul—to win.”

Your mind flashed—

Cameron.

The field.

The crowd.

“And more importantly…” Lando added, voice lower,

“…the way people worship winners.”

Silence.

“So he made a deal, a deal the soldier couldn’t refuse…

…give him strength, fame, power, and much more…”

The red figure stood on a throne, with red people bowing before him.

“The deal was too good to refuse. The soldier took it, not knowing that he’d be giving up his humanity as well. “

Your eyes widened.

“And Bleu?” you asked quietly.

Lando looked at the blue form.

For a second, something softer crossed his face.

“…He stayed too.”

A pause.

“He wasn’t drawn to power.”

His voice slowed slightly.

“Not like Red was.”

The blue form flickered—

less aggressive.

But not calm.

Just…contained.

“He was drawn to life,” Lando said. “Emotion. Connection. The way humans feel things so intensely…”

A beat.

“…But that doesn’t make him harmless.”

Your eyes flicked up.

Lando let out a breath.

“He feels everything stronger,” he said. “Every emotion. Every impulse.”

His hand clenched slightly on the table.

“And that includes hunger.”

The blue form pulsed.

Subtly.

Unsettling.

“He’s learned control,” Lando added quickly. “My family…we’ve adapted. We’ve had generations to manage it.”

Another pause.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

His jaw tightened.

“There are moments where it pushes.”

A beat.

“Where it wants more.”

Your stomach dropped.

“…More what?”

Lando didn’t answer directly.

And that told you enough.

The room felt colder.

“…When colonizers came,” he continued after a moment, his tone shifting again, “Bleu made a deal with a soldier as well, ended up on a ship.”

The image changed—

water.

Chains.

Bodies.

“…to America.”

Your chest tightened.

“He didn’t know Red followed.”

Silence.

Then—

Lando looked at you.

“Red’s line…leads to Cameron. The deal insured that their bloodline would have his power pass down.”

Everything in you stilled.

“Wait—so you’re saying…”

The figures dissolved instantly.

Gone.

“You’re saying both of your families have just…been carrying these things?”

Lando nodded.

“After the war, Red hid deep inside that soldier,” he said. “Healing him. Using him.”

His jaw clenched.

“Planning.”

He leaned back slightly.

“When I—when we—saw Cameron on East Campus…”

A pause.

“…I had to hold him back.”

Your brows furrowed.

“…Him?”

“—Bleu.”

“You named him Bleu?” you cut in.

A voice answered—

not his.

“Not my fault I can’t remember my name.”

You blinked.

Lando smacked the side of his head—

and immediately winced.

“Yeah, great, that hurts me too,” he muttered.

Despite everything—

you laughed.

Brief.

Uncontrolled.

Then the tension snapped back into place.

Lando leaned forward again.

“…During class, we felt it,” he said.

“The moment you walked in.”

Your chest tightened.

“We realized what Bleu has been looking for.”

His eyes softened.

“Why he brought me here.”

Your mind flashed—

The crowd.

Cameron revealing you.

Lando’s expression that day.

“He brought me to you,” Lando said quietly.

A beat.

“We were always supposed to find each other.”

Your heart skipped.

“…How can you be so sure?”

Lando exhaled slowly.

“Because I’ve felt it for years.”

He looked at you.

“I didn’t even know Bleu was part of me until I turned twelve.”

Your breath caught.

“That was right after you left.”

A pause.

“And ever since then…”

His voice softened.

“…every time I thought about you, something pulled.”

Another beat.

“I just didn’t understand it back then.”

You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and attempting to process the information.

You opened them, “So…what happens now?”

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Bonnie transported back to her base, being greeted by lower ranking coven members.

She made her way to the bar where she was met with,

“You took your time getting back.” The lady said, drinking some wine. Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Cade called for a meeting back in his world, we took the—“

“—Cloaking spell off of the girl?” The lady said. Bonnie nodded, waving her hand and the bottle floated, pouring a shot of bourbon.

She rolled her eyes, muttering a “Finally. That beast has been working the girls out.” Bonnie drank the shot, wincing a bit at the burning sensation in her throat.

“I got a job for you though,” Bonnie swung the barstool from side to side. The lady quirked a brow, “As in…?”

“We gotta watch his girl, something about an opposition trying to take her from him. I told him I’d send my best out—and that’s you.”

The lady rolled her eyes, “What’s the use of a locator spell if I have to go out to the human world?” She said the words ‘human world’ with great distaste.

“He’s paying big for this one, all you gotta do is sit there and watch her.” Bonnie said.

The lady didn’t budge, crossing her arms and facing the other way instead.

Bonnie sighed,

She thought for a second and waved her hand, from the bar, out came an aged bottle. She motioned the bottle to pour a glass, and levitated the glass toward the lady.

The glass nudged the lady’s cheek, the lady tried not to laugh.

“You know I’m still older than you right?” Bonnie said, grinning a bit,

The lady cracked a smile as well accepting the glass, “You don’t have to remind me, sister.”

Bonnie poured another shot.

They hugged each other, “I’ll send you the details soon, I have some work to do. I trust you’ll take this assignment seriously”. Bonnie drank the shot and set the cup down.

She playfully rolled her eyes, “Love you too Bonbon.”

Bonnie smiled,

“Love you too Prudence.”

Bonnie teleported out of the bar area to her office.

Prudence laughed to herself, shaking her head,

“The things you do for family.”

And with that, Prudence took another sip of her favorite drink.

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TW: dark and obsessive themes, blood mentioned, death, dead bird do not eat, non/dubcon

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A/N: The Queen has returned.

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Ch. V

The room was tense, even with the lack of lighting, you could tell Cameron’s dark eyes were boaring into your soul. Your breath caught in your chest when he asked the question. The tension in the room was so thick you could probably cut it with one of the broken shards of glass from earlier this evening. Cameron swayed a little bit, and you noticed a wine bottle in his hand.

“He’s someone from my class. He’s new,” you said, trying to even out your voice but failing miserably. He just nodded his head, giving out a dry laugh, he approached you closer and you backed up into a wall of the room, “For someone who’s new, he sure seems interested in you”. His lust-filled eyes raked over your frame in the sleepwear Elsie had given you. His fingers lightly traced your face (and you tried your best not to flinch…you had learned when Cameron would get quiet like this, he was unpredictable).

“So beautiful…” he said, tracing your lips, all of a sudden, he grabbed your neck. “Do you think I’m stupid y/n?” you fervently shook your head no, he then squeezed your neck even harder and got close to your ear, “You want to answer again how you know him?” you could smell the alcohol on his breath with that same familiar metallic smell. You started to claw at his hand, you could feel your feet lift off the ground as his dark eyes bored into your own. You were trying to struggle out of his grip but he didn’t let up, you started seeing black dots form before he finally let you go. You slid down the wall, your throat burning for oxygen, you coughed and watched him as he stared down at you. He pulled out his phone and your blood ran cold,

It was a picture of you and Lando, outside of the campus building, looking down at you with those eyes. He swiped again and another was of you and Lando on the field laughing. It seemed harmless at the beginning, Lando looked close,

and from this angle, he looked a little too close.

Cameron got down low to be at eye level with you, “Like I said, do you think I’m stupid…?” You shook your head, “Baby I promise you, he’s just a new student, yesterday was literally his first day,” you told (more like begged) him so that he’d understand. He grabbed a file on top of a nearby dresser,“Ah yes,” he started, “Lando Johnson, transferred from Hawkins University to Bringston University to San Antonio University—hm, this guy doesn’t quit…perfect grades, perfect baseball skills, blah blah blah same old All-American bullshit”. He rolled his eyes, throwing the file somewhere and had his phone back in hand.

He looked into your eyes, searching for any hint of a lie, his voice changed to a softer tone, “I believe you”.

You looked up at him and your eyes started to water, “How did you get that?” you said in between gasps of air. He tossed his phone mindlessly on the bed, “I mean you heard what Isaiah said, fans can do crazy things. Back in training, my mind would run crazy not knowing I couldn’t be there at all times to protect you. Isaiah brought the idea of having 24/7 security”. Your eyes wanted to bug out of your head, how had you never noticed this? You tried thinking back to when and where security could have been watching you.

“If you’re trying to figure out where they are, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. They’re paid to be invisible,” he booped your nose and let out a little laugh.

“I almost thought you cheated on me, I knew you wouldn’t”.

You looked up at him, your eyes welling with tears “...you really think I’d do that to you? After all we’ve been through?”. Your voice broke at the last part of your sentence. Did Cameron really think you’d do that? You and him have been dating since high school for fucks sake. His dark eyes softened along with his voice, “Hey, baby, I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” he said. He gently placed his arms on you, soothing you. Despite your anger at his audacity, you couldn’t help but melt in his arms. After giving you a few moments to let it out, a silence fell in the living room.

“I didn’t mean it like that baby,” Cam started, and he sounded like his old genuine self. “I just don’t trust other people, you feel me? You heard what Isaiah was talking about at dinner. I just wouldn’t want someone to try and get close to you and potentially harm you”. He went to rub your cheek but you pulled back. You looked away from him, you couldn’t bear to look at him at this moment, this personality switch was starting to give you whiplash. He continued on, “You’re so beautiful, your personality lights the room when you walk in. You’ve helped me get through tough times, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I wouldn’t want anyone taking such a beautiful angel from me”. His eyes were lowered to the ground, you brought your hand to the side of his face, raising it. You looked up at him, “That’s not going to happen, you know that. I only love you.” you assured him. “What we have is real, I don’t want the world to ruin that once we go public,” he said, caressing your face.

“But Cameron,” you started, “this isn’t right…there are other ways we can talk about things we have an issue with--” “Do you think those other ways have been effective?” He raised his voice, I’ve tried talking to yo ass about us going public--yes there’s risks to your safety, but you don’t think I’ll have the means of taking care of that?” he looked at you. You threw your hands up, "And how…how would you take care of it? What if I’m on campus-or even out with friends and someone tries to harm me—”

“I’d kill them in a heartbeat,” he said with no hesitation.

That stopped you in your tracks, you scanned his face just to make sure you heard him properly, “So you’d kill for me?” You asked him. He leaned in close to you, his voice getting low with a ragged edge to it,

“I’d burn the whole world if it kept you warm”.

Your breath had caught in your throat, all you could do was stay silent, especially with the blazing intensity of Cam’s stare.

“But…it’s not just that…” you continue, I don’t want my achievements or future ventures being overshadowed by my involvement with you. I want to be able to work for the things I want, not just have them handed to me”.

“Oh give me a fucking break y/n…when are you gonna wake up and join the real world? Not the one surrounded by your books and labs and college campus. You won’t be able to get far if you don’t have the proper connections anyways. You’ll just be something they undervalue and use, casting you to the side after they’ve sucked you dry for all your worth—or all they think you’re worth”. Your eyes filled with tears, you shook your head, “That’s not true,” you choked out, but he wouldn’t let up. “And by the time you’ve figured you’re worth more than what they thought…it’ll already be too late. You’ll be drained out of your mind wondering where it all went wrong. You think they’ll promote you before they promote a Molly or Becky? Wake the fuck up”. He spat. Your tears started to come down, you swallowed down a sob that threatened to come out.

“But…” he said, his tone softened, “having my name will open doors for you, I hope you can see that sooner rather than later. You think your mom worked so hard to watch some white guy not realize the potential before him? I’m doing this because I love you baby. Understand?” You stayed silent, only nodding your head. “Gimme a kiss,” he said. You gave him a quick smooch out of spite, but he gripped your chin and deepened the kiss. The kiss didn’t feel like one of love, only possession, lust, and a domineering aura that oozed from the kiss.

“Let’s go to sleep, you can’t miss your 9am micro lecture right? Yvonne and Erica are definitely not gonna be on time with how many Cutwaters she drank tonight,” he laughed as he carried you to the bed. You looked at him when he said that last part,

he told you that with a purpose, he wasn’t just watching you,

he was also watching your friend and classmates too.

It was a reminder that anyone was reachable, especially the people closest to you.

“Let me use the bathroom first,” you said, quickly getting up before he could even respond. You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at where he choked you. You stifled a sob, you were for sure going to have a bruise there. Your eyes looked red and tired, and your dark circles looked darker than usual, mostly due to the stress from school and Cameron. You splashed some water on your face before coming back to the bed.

You tried to scootch further away, he pulled you back to him. You could feel something poking your butt and you silently prayed you wouldn’t have to have sex with him tonight. You were mentally and emotionally drained after today. His breathing was steady as he played with your ear piercings before falling asleep.

You couldn’t sleep though. The events of tonight were not something you could just brush off. When Cameron got mad, it scared you, you could barely be in the same room with him when he’s mad—it’s as if his temper suffocates you. And you know that he was not lying about killing someone for you. What he did to that poor boy tonight—you couldn’t imagine what Cameron would have done if Isaiah never stepped in.

And Isaiah and Elsie too, the way they were so casual about it all--as if Cameron didn’t beat that poor boy near to death--was this their rich people norm? Would this be your new norm? You ran the convo over of Cameron saying how life would be easier if your relationship went public. No more running off to the bathroom when Cameron would quickly call from training or away games while you were at school, no more hiding your smile when he’d send you good morning texts. Financially, you’d be free too, no more bank loans, and work study, you know Cameron wouldn’t let you stress yourself out like that. Also, it was killing you not to tell Yvonne, she knew you best and could definitely tell you’re hiding something, she would press, but when you wouldn’t let up, her mouth would form a tight line and nod once, changing the subject right after.

Maybe hiding this was taking a toll on Cameron, you’d see post game interviews of the Saviors players talking about how they couldn’t wait to see their lovers after the game. Maybe this was something Cameron wanted to share as well. To be fair, you were putting your needs above his in this situation, when it’s a relationship you’re both involved in. Maybe you were overreacting the whole thing. But Cameron putting his hands on you was definitely something new. In the years you’ve both been together, he’s never put his hands on you til now. You were at a crossroads with it, you love Cam, and he loved you, you knew how much he went through with his father passing away early in his life. It changed him and his family forever, and you could tell. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, but there were times when he was stressed with football, he became distant. It was as if there was a void in his presence that came whenever he was mad or frustrated. Maybe it’d stop after going public.

You made a decision; you’d start off by telling Yvonne, praying it wouldn’t slip out to others just yet. You just had to test the waters and see how well Yvonne would take you lying to her for the last 3 and a half years of your collegiate career.

You wanted to do it somewhere private, somewhere not even his security could find you both (you made a mental note to watch out for who they could be on campus). You checked your phone and it was 4:30 am, you decided to close your eyes to try and get a few hours of sleep.

But that feeling from earlier still stirred in you--one you couldn’t shake off. It was from Cameron saying he’d kill for you,

Something that should have shocked you instead gave you a warm feeling of safety.

And that was what ultimately kept you up at night.

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You woke up to Cameron giving you kisses on your head, he carried you out to the bathroom. You were still groggy from the little sleep you obtained last night. “You sleep good baby?” Cameron asked, his morning voice filling up the room. You nodded, you were half-sleep half coherent.

You leaned in and gave him a kiss, he deepened it, biting your bottom lip. You allowed him entrance and he happily took it, your tongues mixed together, trying to find any spot of sensitivity and make its mark. You were both starting to breathe heavy, but you pulled back, looking at the time. It was 6:30am, and you knew if you were to continue these activities you’d for sure be late. “I have class babe, and you know we’re far out from the city”, you told him, hoping he wouldn’t blow up about it. He just huffed, “Keep teasing me like that we might have to send your teacher a doctor’s note,” he laughed. He seemed in a good mood, that was good.

He carried you to the bathroom, to your surprise, there was a hot shower already started. “Can I join you?” he asked softly, you took a moment to think, before eventually nodding. You both stripped, with you entering first and him following after. The water was just the right temperature, near to scorching hot. The steam filled the room as you both washed each other, it felt like old times, when you would sneak over to Cam’s on the nights he couldn’t sleep or think about anything. The morning after, you’d both shower together to not draw any suspicion to there being two showers going on back to back (it was really because you and Cam were freaked the fuck out teenagers).

You faced the showerhead, instantly relaxing from the hot water, washing the soap and memories of last night away. You felt Cameron’s presence behind you, his hands caressing your body slowly. You could feel his breath get closer to your ear. “Wish I could always have you like this,” he whispered, “you look so beautiful baby…all mine,” he said while kissing your neck and shoulder. You could feel his member getting harder, he turned you so that you were facing him.

Using his height difference, he was able to place hisself in between your legs, right underneath your clit. Your breath hitched and you tried to hide your surprise, looking everywhere but him. He lifted your chin up, “Look at me,” he said softly, as soon as your eyes met his, you quite literally jumped. For a split second, Cameron was covered in blood and the shower was spewing it out, you looked down at yourself and you were covered in blood as well. Your breath hitched and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You blinked again and everything was back to normal. “You okay baby?” he asked. You nodded, “Y-yeah, I’m fine, guess I’m still a little tired”. He caressed your cheek and engulfed your lips and his in a kiss, so tender, and gentle. You kissed him back, and he moved his member against your clit, you moaned into his mouth, lightly scratching his back, you felt him groan as he started to suck your bottom lip, feeling your body roughly.

You could feel him close to your entrance, but he stopped himself, kissing your forehead. As he pulled back you tried to steady your breathing. If the bathroom wasn’t so steamy you’d have seen his pleased expression, admiring you before he finished washing.

You both stepped out, he handed you a towel and you both dried off and lotioned. You headed into the room and saw clothes laid out for you and Cameron. Laid out was a black pair of jeans, and white tank top, and a cropped leather letterman jacket. The back of it said ‘Saviors’ across each shoulder, with Cameron’s number on the bottom.

You looked at the brand of the clothes and it was from some designer you couldn’t even pronounce. Cameron soon stepped out, “Elsie’s assistant brought them in, I told Isaiah your sizes and he got it made for you,” he explained. “Wow,” you said, looking at the clothes, “everything’s so expensive,” you said looking at him. He laughed lightly, “You’ll get used to it,” he said.

Cameron pulled out a jewelry box, “Open it,” he said. You opened it to see Chanel earrings, a matching necklace, and a Movado watch. Your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets, Movado watches were very expensive. Your dad had bought one for you mom after engaging (little did you know about the loan he took out to get it for her). “A gift from Elsie and Isaiah, they wanted to welcome you to the family”. You were speechless, you tried handing the box back to him, “C-Cam, I can’t take this—”

“—You can, and you will. They won’t take no for an answer—especially Elsie. They flew out last night and arrived this morning straight from Italy”. He took out the necklace, and was about to place it around your neck. You noticed two letters on it, “What do the letters stand for?” He smiled, “You don’t recognize it?” You shook your head.

“It’s your future initials,” he said, “Y/n Cade”. Your smile faltered a little bit, but you still kept it. You should be thankful for the situation you’re in, not many people got this opportunity. “Gimme a kiss,” he said, and your lips crashed together. Your phone buzzed and the time was 7:35, you silently cursed. “Shit, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave out now,” you stated, but it felt like you were asking for permission. Cameron could easily take control of the situation so you chose your words carefully.

He nodded, “The driver should be outside”. You took your bath towel and his to dumb in the bathroom hamper. You noticed the small face towel you used last night, you noticed there was a brown cracked stain on the towel, and you furrowed your brows. “The fuck…?” You didn’t put on much makeup, certainly nothing to make a brown stain such as this. You’ve seen this kind of stain before, one that happened when a specific substance oxidized…no way this could be b—

“Baby, the driver’s waiting on us!” He said. You snapped out of your train of thought, placing the towels in the hamper quickly so you wouldn’t keep him waiting. You stepped out and he was changed, he was wearing a similar outfit. He had in the Saviors team jacket, some shades tucked onto his shirt, and black jeans with a pant chain on them. He had a similar watch to you as well.

“I should thank them,” you said as you walked out into the labyrinth of hallways, “Don’t bother, they’re already out for the day, we’ll see them again sometime later,” he said. He had his arm around you as he led you to the exit. You cursed at yourself, “Cammy I don’t have my bookbag,” you told him, slightly pouting. Time was running and you know you wouldn’t have time to grab your stuff from his apartment and then back to school.

He rubbed your arm as you both approached the car, “Awww, I havent heard you call me that in a while,” he said, kissing your forehead, “don’t worry, I have it covered,” the driver standing beside the car opens the back door, what you saw made your jaw drop.

There was an iPad Pro, MacBook Pro, an Apple Watch, and AirPod Maxes on the seat, and a black and red leather bookbag next to the items, with a bow on each box. “Wha…what is all of this?” You asked, looking at him. “For you, consider it a motivational gift to get you through graduation,” he said, looking at you. “You’re right though, you’re so close, so why not cross the finish line? We can think about post-grad after you’re done with school”.

He led you in the seat and the driver pulled off. “Open it,” he said, handing you the MacBook. It was silver, with your name engraved right below the Apple logo, there was also a case to go with it as well. You placed it in the book bag and he handed you another box, the iPad. You unboxed it and placed a black case on it, as you were about to put it in your new bookbag, you found an Apple Pencil in there. You set it up and charged it on the iPad, each with your name engraved on it. As he handed you the Apple Watch, he said, “Set it up later, the Movado looks good on you,” he said. You nodded and placed it in your bag, opening the Airpod Max headphones. They were a custom designed, (describe whatever your dream headphones would look like).

After placing everything in your bag, you were already at school. The driver was going to step out and opened the door, you told him, “No need,” before looking back at Cam, who had a flicker of disappointment spread across his face. You gave him a kiss and opened the door, “Call me as soon as you’re out okay?” You nodded and both said I love you. You closed the door behind you and walked to the student center doors. You noticed the car hadn’t left yet, maybe it would leave by the time you got into the building.

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Cameron watched you walk in, as the door closed, he got on the phone with someone, only saying 3 words, “Drop the cloak,” he said, before hanging up.

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You spotted Yvonne and she spotted you, “There you are loca, thought you’d be late again today,” she joked. “Hey, we need to talk,” you both quickly hugged and she could sense your urgency. “Hey are you okay?” She asked and gave you a once-over, “holy shit nice outfit, you finally go on that sugar daddy website I told you about?” She wiggled her eyebrows. You grabbed her arm, “Not now, it’s important,” you dragged her through the student center, trying to find an empty study room.

“Relax, if you’re jittery about the exam we’ve been studying for, he moved it a few days up. Also when’d you get that Saviors jacket I didn’t know they had that style—hey not too hard I like this limb!” She whined as she was dragged by you. You were out of luck trying to find an empty room. You settled for a sitting down at the cafe, no one was really there and you suspected that no one would listen.

“Alright,” you said as you both sat down, “now I know I’ve been keeping this from you, and I just wanna start off and say I’m really sorry,” you said looking at her. She furrowed her brows, “if it’s about the sugar daddy website you know I won’t judge—”

“—-Yvonne, no! It’s not that! It’s just that…I have a boyfriend”. She pfft at you, “Hell I knew that much, but I never knew why you always hid him—“ she leaned in closer and whispered, “—oh shit is he your side dick?” You shook your head no. “My boyfriend…his name is…Ca—”

Before you could get his name out, you heard a girl student screaming behind you, she was sitting to the right of you, facing the student center doors. You just looked at her for a second, wondering why she was screaming bloody murder and faced Yvonne again, but her attention wasn’t on you anymore. “Y-Yvonne? You there?” You asked, you waved your hand in front of her face, “Earth to Yvonne…? Hellooooo?” Soon, you heard more gasps and screams of excitement behind you. “What the fuck is with everyone today?” As you turned to look behind you, your mouth dried,

Cameron was at the student center entrance staring right at you.

Students flocked to him, holding out papers for autographs and their phones to record him. You swallowed, forcing yourself to break eye contact first, you looked back to Yvonne but she was already up and moving, going towards Cameron as if she was in a trance. “This can’t be real…” she said dreamily. “You’re tellin me,” you said under her breath. Someone was recording him and asked him, “What are you doing here at our school?”

He smiled a charismatic smile, the same one you see him put on in interviews and when he’s with fans, you knew it wasn’t his genuine smile, he was putting on a show. “I actually came to drop something off for my girlfriend,” he said, and if you didn’t have melanin, you’d be sure your skin had paled. Some girls sighed in disappointment (as if they had a chance with him anyway), “Well, the same girl said, “who is she?” Your eyes pleaded to him, ‘Not yet, please,’ you said mentally. “She’s actually here right now,” he said, his fans leaned in, desperate to find out who it could be.

He raised his hand up and pointed right at you, slowly, everyone, including Yvonne, turned and faced you. You tried to control your breathing, all eyes and phones on you made you feel singled out. You looked back at Cameron, he looked at you and his eyes said a message, ‘Smile,’ he mouthed. You finally put together a smile, looking at everyone. “Hi everyone,” you gave a small wave. Whispers erupted amongst the crowd,

“She’s in my lab”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before”

“She’s in McCarthy’s lecture right?”

“How did she even bag him?”

“She is pretty”

“That was supposed to be yo damn daddy”

“She goes to this school?”

You looked at them and then looked at Cameron, you blinked and what happened earlier occurred again. Everyone around Cam were groveling before him. He sat on a throne, wearing a bloody Saviors uniform. They chanted his name, flashing pictures at him and worshipping him. In the vision, he looked at you and held his hand out for you to take.

You blinked, harder, longer, trying to get your mind out of that. You opened your eyes and you were back at school, the crowd had made way for you to walk up to him. You didn’t notice that your legs picked themselves up and moved toward him. He wrapped his arm around you and looked down at you, “I forgot to give you your laptop charger. Thought I put it in your bag,” he handed a box to you, everyone aww’d, including Yvonne and you had to use every muscle in your body to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Thanks…baby,” you said awkwardly, he subtly squeezed your arm and you smiled wider, “what would I do without you?” You said. Everyone aww’d again,

“They’re so cute together”

“They make the perfect couple”

“Their like Beyoncé and Jay-Z”

He kissed your forehead and the flashes from cameras flickered faster and faster. As he pulled away, you noticed a figure off in the distance,

Lando.

His jaw ticked and he walked away. You wanted to go after him and straighten things out, reviewing the situation you were wrong from not telling him you at least have a boyfriend. After a few more seconds, “Okay people,” Yvonne yelled out, “it’s 8:57 and my best friend and I—yeah, best friend and I have class, so skidaddle”. She waved them off. Cam’s security popped up out of nowhere and made them back away as well.

“So you’re the famous Yvonne,” Cameron said, holding his hand, she shook his hand, “And you’re the famous boyfriend she’s been hiding, never thought she’d keep a secret like this from me,” she said. “Don’t blame her, we were trying to get a right time to go public. Honestly we were gonna do it after graduation,” he lied. You looked at her, “It’s not like I didn’t wanna tell you,” she slightly rolled her eyes, “you don’t think I can keep a secret?” “Of course I do! I was just…scared. I didn’t want people to only be my friend or to get opportunities because of my relationship, I wanted to do it organically”. She huffed, “You do have a point, if you weren’t my best friend I’d probably be mad at you way longer,” she smirked. You both hugged, “So you’re really not mad?” you asked Yvonne, to which she shook her head. “Of course not, I got your back, always”.

“We should get going though, McCarthy’s gonna blow a gasket if you’re late again,” she said. You looked at him and he let you go, “See you after school today baby,” he said, “Love you,” you said, walking away with Yvonne.

You guys made it just in time, the teacher powered on the projector and started talking about the chapter. You pulled out your iPad and got to work on downloading the lecture slides and writing down notes. The door opened and closed, someone slipped into the seat next you. “Mr. Johnson I’ll pretend I didn’t see you,” McCarthy said before going back to the lecture. You looked at Lando sitting next to you and your eyes widened.

“Lando, I’m so sor—”

“Don’t worry, I get it,” was all he said.

You whispered, “I never said anything because I didn’t want people to only befriend me because of it, it’s not like I didn’t want to keep it a secret forever, I just—”

“Y/n,” he put his hand on your arm, “I promise, I get it”. You looked at the arm he had on you and quickly pulled away, “I can’t, he’s watching me. I’m not even supposed to be speaking to you right now—”

“—Miss (last name)! If you could save your conversation for after my lecture it would be very appreciated thank you”. He said, clearly frustrated. You both leaned back in your seats and he mouthed, ‘Later’ to which you nodded, trying to concentrate back on the lecture.

——————————/Cam’s apartment/————————

“So,” the African American woman said while pacing Cameron’s office, “wanna tell me why you needed me to take off the cloaking spell? I thought you were gonna wait longer than that”.

He had his feet on his desk, laid back in his seat, “Guess it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. I mean why are you complaining? I thought it took too much energy out of you to do it”. She nodded slowly, “Trust with why you pay my coven and I there’s never a complaint. But I know you didn’t call me here to just talk about that, so what’s up?”

Cameron threw a file down on the table, she sat down to open and read it. “Lando Johnson…what the hell do you want with some college baseball kid?” She looked up at him perplexed.

“I need you to put a locator spell on him, there’s something…fishy about him. I just need to see and make sure for myself”. He said. “Do you have any DNA of his by chance?” He lifted a brow, “Thought you didn’t need DNA to locate him?” She gave him a questioning look, “Isaiah told me so, he knows a lot about your spell and your kind”. She nodded.

“It helps for a stronger locator,” she said, “takes less time and is less draining on my coven. Something also tells me you’re probably gonna do something else to him”. She said, eyeing the picture of you and Lando outside of the student center.

He nodded, “The DNA can be arranged, I’ll get security on it,” he said, smiling darkly”. The convo seemed to be done, so the lady stood up and looked at him. “Once you have the DNA, let me know. I’ll get one of the girls to start looking for him,” she grabbed the picture of Lando. As she made her way to the door, she said, “The usual bank account is fine, have it wired by tonight and I’ll give you an answer tomorrow”. He followed her out as she opened the door, “By Cameron,” she said, closing it.

“By Bonnie”. Cameron said, plopping on the couch.

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Hey guys! I’m so sorry for the long wait! I had lost a family member, had to attend the funeral, then was hit with writer’s block/depression.

The cat’s out of the bag! And to think we thought Cameron’s control and obsession would stop and he’d wait for y/n to let announce them and go public, but his impulses couldn’t help himself. This is just the start obsessive spiral Cameron twisted himself and y/n in.

Bonnie’s finally in the story! There’s more to come with her and her involvement with Cam’s control over y/n and his worshipers fans, I just had to give her a prelude into the story an finally figured out how I wanted to do it.

Let me know what y’all think! Please like and comment, I notice your comments and I love reading them! They do help a lot.

Until next time,

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Yes! Atm thinking of dropping another chapter in another work of mine just so that I’m not getting writer’s fatigue with LMBYS.

I’m halfway through mapping out Chapter V for LMBYS as well just so that it makes it easier for me to write.

If you like my dark/yandere writing, check out my other works! I’ll link them below:

Double Trouble, a Yandere Story that touches on the question: What if Elvis Presley has a twin brother and they’re obsessed with you, a hotel worker of the International Hotel?

Clipped Wings, a Dark! Rafe Cameron story where he stops at nothing to make you his…forever.

Can’t wait for you and all of my readers to see what I have planned! I will also be posting a master list of all of my dark content so it’s easier to access!

HIM alternate ending. In this universe, Cameron signed the deal.

TW: dark and obsessive themes, graphic/violent sex depictions, physical violence, descriptions of blood/wounds, dead bird do not eat, non/dubcon

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Your eyes were ready to bug out of your head, the one and only Isaiah White stood before you and Cameron. He held a proud smile on his face as he looked at Cameron and you, like a father looking at his son bringing home a prom date. Isaiah’s eyes finally fell on you, “So you’re the one who stays rent free in his head,” he said. You stuck your hand out, “It’s an honor to meet you Mr. White--” he lightly pushed your hand to the side and gave you a hug, “Nonsense, hearing ‘mister’ makes me feel ‘unc-ified’” he laughed which made you crack a smile. “It’s an honor to meet you too, y/n. Call me Isaiah,” He said bringing you in for a hug.

It was a surreal moment seeing Isaiah in the flesh. You both came from the same community, the kind of community that ran rampant with drugs, crime, poverty and hunger. You can recount on childhood days where you didn’t know if you would be eating that night or if Santa would bring home Christmas presents. There were others when you and your family would move shelter to shelter until the 7th grade. Your father was able to get a stable job, you moved to a better side of town and ended up in the same high school district as Cam.

Someone came from one of the many corridors of the compound, a white woman with stark platinum blonde hair and eyebrows gasps, coming over to you all. Her appearance at first catches you by surprise, luckily she didn’t seem to notice. “So this is the famous y/n we hear so much--hi baby--” she gives Isaiah a quick kiss, “--about!” she brings you in for a big hug, rocking you side to side. As you hug her, you’re facing Cameron only and furrow your brows, wondering who this was, he quietly mouths ‘wife’ and you un-forrow your brows in understanding.

“Omg, where are my manners! I am Elsie, I typically stay out of Isaiah’s limelight and do my own thing”. That’s when it hit you, she was social media famous, you had scrolled on Tiktok in the past and seen some of her reviews on products or for her many different care lines. “Dinner should be ready by now,” Isaiah stated, and they walked hand in hand, leading you and Cameron through the compound to the dining room.

Isaiah and Cam sat at each end while you and Elsie sat by your respective partners on their right, meaning you were seated across from her. Food was served promptly, you quickly said grace and began eating, small talk settled at the table. Her striking eyes raked over your face and body, it made you still for a moment, as if her eyes had you locked in place. “You look…I don’t even think there’s a term to explain in English…you look c'est charmant! Have you ever thought of modeling?”

You blushed, “T-thank you! I typically stay out of the mix though”. You could tell something shifted in Cam when you said that, as if he was disappointed in your response, you didn’t want to make him look bad in front of his mentor. “Ahh so you’re the reason why PR’s been working hard to keep you out of the blogs for now” Elsie said with amusement, “B-but I know the time will come soon,” you quickly said.

“It can be a big shift,” Isaiah said, “especially being involved with someone as big as Cam, having security follow you, making sure that your addresses aren’t leaked, passwords aren’t hijacked, death threats…the whole 75 yards. It can get some getting used to”. “Death threats? Security?” You asked, you thought that was only for the bigger celebrities, why would you need them following you around?

“If there’s anything that people love more in this country than God, it’d have to be football,” Elsie joked. “Sometimes,” she continued, “fans may not like a certain team, especially the Saviors, hell with how many times Isaiah has brought home the glory there’s been a growing…resentment from other opposing teams and their fans over the years. With Cameron on the rise, when people know you’re involved with him, if they can’t get to him, they’ll try and get to you”.

This made you stop chewing your food for a moment, you didn’t think it could get that serious. She rolled up sleeve a bit, and you could see a faint line where a wound previously would have been. “It was Isaiah’s first season on the Saviours team, I was launching my first skincare line and a crazed fan from the Jets flew all the way here. He approached me and tried stabbing me. Police found out it was due to Isaiah tackling one of the members of their team. I thought having some cheap security at the door was just enough, but after that, I either never leave the compound or I’m with security at all times. After some blood and a few stitches later, it makes for a cool war scar”. She smiled sadly.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, people are sick in this world”. You finally said. “The past is the past, better to move forward, sometimes I barely notice it”. You showed a supportive smile to her and sipped on your water. “So,” Elsie started again, “when are you planning on having kids?” This one made you choke on your water, “W…what?” you said in between gasps of air. “I thought you was handlin’ that Cam,” Isaiah said, “y’all are still young, by the time you get ring number 2 you could be on your 3rd child,” he joked.

You wanted to jump off of a cliff at that moment, you curled your toes in your heels and applied pressure praying the topic would move to something else.

“That’s…if you can get your first”. Isaiah’s voice held the same steadiness, but something ever so slightly shifted in his demeanor, like the calm before the storm. Cameron looked up, “I will,” he said with determination in his voice.

“Not from what I’m hearing, Coach tells me that you weren’t focused at practice today,” Cam’s jaw clenched slightly, “I was focused,” he defended, Isaiah was cutting his meat with slight aggression at his response.

Cameron started, “I threw the ball off the field one time and--” Isaiah slammed his cutlery on his food, “Throwing a ball off the field like that was probably the reason why Buchanan was 5 yards short of a touchdown during the first offseason scrimmage”. Isaiah interjected.

“Keep your focus. When you’re focused, the team is focused. And if they choose not to be…you know what to do”. You looked at Cameron, he was damn near gripping his fork and knife, he looked back at his plate but said nothing, but you could see his chest rise and fall deeply. You knew he was ticked off.

Isaiah shifted his focus back to you, “So what do you do y/n? Must be boring cooped up in a penthouse all day while Cam’s at training”. You slowed your chewing and swallowed, “A-actually, I’m in school…I graduate this semester”. He grinned, “Sounds like we got a scholar on our hands, I take it you go to San Antonio University?”

“The one and only sir”. “Go Saints!” His voice boomed unexpectedly, it made you slightly jump but you tried playing it off with a smile and an awkward laugh. You took a bite of food, “Any plans after?” Elsie asked you, and this made you stop chewing for a moment. You took the time to swallow, having an internal debate on if you should reveal your internship opportunity or keep it to yourself.

“Just gonna go with the flow, see where the wind takes me. I know there are a lot of research opportunities out there post-grad--” “--And there’s no reason to rush into a decision too soon after you graduate,” Cameron chimed in, looking at you with a warm smile grabbing hold of your hand and rubbing your knuckles. Elsie smiled, ‘aww’-ing at the affectionate gesture, putting her hand up to her chest.

The conversations flowed but your head was elsewhere. Dinner was pretty much over but you lost your appetite a long time ago.

“I’m surprised you haven’t put a ring on it yet Cam, with an educated woman at your side and all of the sharks in the sea, someone could try and take a bite outta her,” she joked. Cameron smirked, “It’s definitely in the works”. Elsie got up and squealed, clapping her hands excitedly, with Isaiah giving Cameron a pat on his back. You were pretty much stagnant, you were there but not really there, you plastered a smile on your face while you sunk back to the depths of your subconscious.

Were you really ready to hold the title of Mrs. Cameron Cade? Especially with his reputation association to Isaiah, you feared that could overshadow your achievements and career pursuits. You didn’t want to be handed anything, like you were in the mall, you wanted to work for it. Something about seeing actual effort and hard work pay off was like a drug that motivated you to wake up every morning and fight for what you wanted to achieve.

“This calls for…a toast. Wine!” Elsie yelled. One of the servers came in with a bottle of wine while another came in with wine glasses. “Oh um, I-I can’t drink tonight, I have early morning lab tomorrow--” “We don’t want to be rude…right baby? One glass won’t hurt you,” Cameron said. His eyes pierced into yours, he had grabbed hold of your hand again, but this time, giving it a very firm squeeze. “O-of course…one glass won’t hurt,” you said quietly.

“A toast…to love, happiness, and success,” Elsie raised her glass, you all raised your glasses and toasted. You hesitated to put your lips to the glass but ultimately did, as you saw Cameron’s eyes on you. As you took a sip, you noticed the taste was a bit…off. The crimson liquid was thicker than you presumed wine would be like, it tasted slightly metallic with a hint of sweetness, almost like blo—

CRASH!

The second waiter who put the glasses down started picking up the plates. As he picked up your plate, he accidentally knocked your glass of wine over, spilling all over your dress. You gasped, it happened so quickly, the room was silent for a beat until Cameron pushed himself out of his seat.

He roughly grabbed the waiter by his collar, “What the HELL is wrong with you?! You thought you could get some kick out of embarrassing her? Do you know how much that fucking dress cost?” The waiter, who looked to be in his early 20’s was a nervous, stuttering mess, “I-I I’m so sorry Mr. Cade, I was b-being c-careless and I d-didn’t know it would--”

Cameron threw him to the ground like he was a sack of potatoes. The dishes fell and clattered to the floor, smashing into pieces. You got up to interject, “Baby it’s okay, he didn’t kno--” You looked at him ready to protest, but his eyes darkened as they stared back at you, nonverbally telling you to ‘sit back down’. You looked toward Isaiah and Elsie, who seemed to do nothing but stare as the scene took place.

With the altercation going on, you didn’t seem to notice the dark glint that Cameron had in his eye, one that Elsie and Isaiah shared as well. He started to punch him and hearing the sounds his fist made with the waiter’s face made you yelp and cover your mouth. Isaiah finally got up and put a hand on his shoulder. Cameron ceased his punching but kept his hands on his bloodied collar.

“Be glad *pant* my lady is here, because *pant* if she wasn’t I would personally make sure you’d spend the rest of your life eating your food through a straw and living off of a breathing tube”. He then faced the waiter’s face towards you, “Thank her…tell her thank you y/n” Cameron commanded.

You couldn’t help the way your face contorted in horror at the grotesque image in front of you. The waiter’s nose was definitely broken, his nose gushed with blood, a knot was starting to form on his forehead, and there was a black and blue spots on his left eye that were starting to form. A bloody gash on his chin was open and leaking out blood. You don’t know why, but you also felt your vision blur and your body feel a rush of…something. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It was something slight that could have gone unnoticed, but your head did not feel like a drunken feeling you’d typically get from alcohol. Maybe the wine was one of those ultra-rich type of rare ones.

“T-thank you Ms. y/n,” the waiter said, his voice was choked up and it looked like he was holding back tears. He shook his head, “I can’t hear youuu,” Cameron said in an eerily sing-song manner. The waiter struggled to say it louder but completed it, after Cameron was satisfied, he dropped his head and went back to his seat. He adjusted his suit and realized there was blood on it as well, “Ah shit, Isaiah you still got that laundry lady out in Houston right?” he asked, as casual as ever. You were pretty sure you were visibly shaking, you even forgot about the wine that was on your clothes.

“Welp,” Isaiah said lazily, “we’ll have them clean this mess up. Since it’s getting pretty late let’s call it a night. Cam, you remember the way to the room you stayed in right?” Cameron nodded. The battered server stood up, facing Isaiah. “You’re dismissed,” Isaiah said, not even looking at him, and to your surprise, the waiter responded, “Th-thank you sir, it’s s-such an honor,” and limped away.

You felt your blood run cold when you realized you wouldn’t be back in the city tonight. Your phone clocked 2:30, it had been that long? You piped up, “We’re spending the night? I-I don’t have extra clothes, and I have class and a quiz tomorrow—”

“Nonsense!” Elsie said, “One of the drivers will take you back, I have bunch of clothes here you can use, pick your poison and it’s yours. Here,” she stood up and came to you (trying her hardest not to get blood on her heels) “follow me. I’m sure the men have things to discuss”. She took your hands into hers and led you out of the dining area.

You walked along the dark corridors until you finally came to a room full of clothing that was hung up. “Are you a Gucci gal or do you lean more towards Prada?” You held your mouth open in awe at the extensive collection, there were brands such as Christian Dior to Hermés, Yzy, Chanel, and even more brands that were miles above your tax bracket and you couldn’t even announce.

Elsie looked back at you, “Let’s go with Louis Vuitton”. She handed you a silky lace nightgown. You held it and you could tell it felt expensive. “Keep it, I plan on reorganizing this place once I get new spring collections”.

She noticed you still in awe, “Might be wondering how I got here, especially the amount of success I accomplished in a few years. To say it’s easy would be blatantly lying to you…that is, unless you know you want something bad enough. In this life,” she said, fully facing you now, “you have to make decisions that may not always align with how you initially envisioned, but if you want something bad enough…nothing and no one can possibly stand in your way. Understand?” You nodded, you didn’t know quite what she meant but it resonated with you regardless. The walk to Cameron’s room was silent.

You stood outside the door, “Thank you for the night gown Elsie, good night,” and with that, you went in. Cameron wasn’t back yet with Isaiah, and you were honestly relieved for that. You don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he was definitely not the same. He seemed more aggressive and combative, his fuse was short and it seemed that as time went on, the fuse was getting shorter. Especially what he did to that poor boy, his face flashed across your mind and made you shudder.

You remembered you still had wine on you and made your way over to the bathroom. You washed the wine in your hands and dried it with a hand towel. You threw the slightly reddish towel into a hamper before undressing. Luckily there was already a second set of bathing items there. You took a hot shower, making sure to scrub every part of you until your skin felt raw.

You dried off and lotioned, putting on the lace dress. It felt like second skin. You finally stepped out of the bathroom to see Cameron already there waiting for you. He held an unreadable expression on his face that filled your body with anxious tension. He held up your phone, in the notifications were text messages from your group chat along with a separate text message saying, ‘See you soon, try not being late tomorrow, yeah?’

“So,” Cameron started,

“Who the fuck is Lando?”

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Thank you for tuning in! Sorry for the delay, I went on my grad trip and then the holidays rolled around and after that I’ve been working since. Let me know what you think! Do you want more chapters or me wrapping it up soon? I lowkey wanna build off a mini universe around this story, let me know what you guys liked about the chapter too!

Hope you all had a happy holidays and a happy new year