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Kieran’s First Glimpse—The Beginning of Obsession

Kieran

Kieran Wolfe wasn’t the type to believe in fate.

But the first time he saw Noah Everly, he knew.

Knew in a way that sent something deep and primal surging through his blood.

That man was his.

It happened on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that should have meant nothing. Kieran had just finished football practice, sweat clinging to his skin as he made his way through the halls of Blackwood Academy. He wasn’t paying attention to anything—just another day, another pointless class waiting for him.

Then he saw him.

A figure moving through the corridor, delicate and unassuming. Long, raven-black hair cascading down his back, tied loosely at the nape of his neck. A lean frame, wrapped in soft, neatly pressed clothes. Porcelain skin, untouched by the sun, as if he belonged somewhere far away from this world—somewhere beautiful.

Then he turned slightly.

And fuck.

Those eyes.

Dark blue, like the ocean just before a storm.

Kieran’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse slammed through him with something hot, something dangerous.

The man—Noah Everly—was holding a stack of books, cradled in his arms like something precious. He looked fragile, like a porcelain doll that didn’t belong in a place like this.

Like he needed to be protected.

Like he needed to be owned.

And Kieran knew, in that instant, that he would be the one to have him.

His fingers twitched at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out. To grab. To take.

His mind spun. Thoughts tumbling, colliding, unraveling into something obsessive.

He’s perfect.

He’s so fucking perfect.

Kieran barely heard the voices around him, the other students shuffling through the halls. All he could focus on was Noah.

My wife.

The thought hit him so suddenly that his body tensed with it.

Noah wasn’t his teacher. He wasn’t a stranger. He was his.

Kieran imagined it—Noah standing in his home, barefoot in the kitchen, waiting for him. Wearing soft, oversized sweaters that swallowed his frame. Looking up at Kieran with those shy, dark blue eyes, cheeks tinged pink.

He’d say, “Welcome home.”

And Kieran would kiss him.

Would own him.

Would mark that pale skin until there wasn’t a single part of Noah that didn’t scream mine.

No one else would touch him. No one else would even look at him.

A growl built in Kieran’s throat. The thought of someone else seeing Noah the way he did—thinking they had a chance—made something dark coil inside him.

No.

No one else.

His fingers clenched into fists as he watched Noah move down the hallway, oblivious to Kieran’s burning gaze. He wanted to stop him. Wanted to hear his voice.

But not yet.

Not yet.

He could wait. Could savor it. Could let the obsession grow, deeper and deeper, until there was no escaping it.

Because Noah was already his.

He just didn’t know it yet.

But he would.

He would.

Watching. Waiting. Claiming. Always

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Kieran'S POV:-

Kieran Wolfe was good at getting what he wanted.

He always had been.

And Noah Everly—his shy, quiet, fragile little teacher—was going to be his.

He just had to be careful. Had to be smart. Had to watch.

Had to learn.

Because Noah wasn’t like other people. He wasn’t the type to fall easily, to give in to temptation. No—Noah was delicate. Hesitant. A rare kind of beauty that didn’t even realize how dangerously perfect he was.

And Kieran?

He was going to consume him.

But first, he had to know everything.

And he did.

By the end of the week, Kieran had learned more about Noah than anyone else ever had.

He knew that Noah lived alone in a small apartment on the quieter side of the city—an area just a little too isolated, a little too unsafe for someone like him.

He knew that Noah liked quiet mornings, always arriving early to school, sipping on his favorite drink—a vanilla oat latte from the café three blocks down.

He knew that Noah wasn’t close to anyone, that he barely talked to the other teachers, that he spent his lunches in the empty classroom, grading papers instead of socializing.

Lonely.

Vulnerable.

Perfect.

Kieran memorized it all. Every little routine. Every habit. Every tiny, insignificant detail about Noah’s life.

And every night, when Kieran lay in bed, he imagined him.

Imagined Noah waiting for him at home, curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of Kieran’s sweatshirts, his long black hair messy from sleep.

Imagined Noah’s soft, sleepy voice saying, “You’re late.”

Imagined kissing him—slow and deep and possessive, until Noah couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t be anything except Kieran’s.

His.

Only his.

But fantasies weren’t enough.

Kieran needed more.

He needed to be closer.

So he made it happen.

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Noah's pov :-

Noah Everly wasn’t used to attention.

He had spent most of his life blending in, making himself small. It was safer that way—easier.

But lately, he felt…watched.

At first, he thought it was paranoia. A trick of the mind. But the feeling wouldn’t go away.

And then there was Kieran Wolfe.

Noah had noticed him, of course. Tall. Muscular. Intense. One of the football players, though he never acted like the others. The rest of them were loud, rowdy, full of arrogance.

But Kieran?

Kieran was different.

He was quiet. Watchful. And always—always—too close.

Like today.

Noah sat at his desk, trying to focus on grading, but the weight of Kieran’s stare made it impossible.

He glanced up.

And there he was.

Sitting at the back of the classroom, not working, not looking at his books.

Just watching.

Noah’s fingers curled around his pen. Why was he still here?

“Kieran,” Noah said carefully, voice soft but firm. “Class is over.”

Kieran didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

“I know.”

Noah’s stomach tightened.

It was the way he said it. Like he was waiting. Like he wasn’t planning on leaving at all.

Noah swallowed, forcing himself to stay calm. “Do you need something?”

Kieran tilted his head. “I just like being here.”

That wasn’t an answer.

And the way he said it—slow, deliberate, amused—sent a chill through Noah’s spine.

Noah exhaled, turning back to his papers. “If you don’t need help, you should head home.”

Silence.

For a moment, he thought Kieran might argue.

Then—finally—he stood.

His footsteps were slow, too slow, as he made his way to the door. And just when Noah thought he was gone, Kieran paused.

“You should be careful, Mr. Everly.”

Noah froze.

His breath caught in his throat.

Kieran’s voice was low, almost a whisper.

His next words sent ice through Noah’s veins.

“There are a lot of dangerous people in this city.”

A pause.

Then, a slow, deliberate chuckle.

“But don’t worry.”

Kieran turned his head slightly, just enough for Noah to see the smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’ll keep you safe.”

And then—he was gone.

But the weight of his words stayed.

And for the first time, Noah felt something he couldn’t ignore.

Fear.

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Kieran

Kieran couldn’t stop grinning.

Noah was nervous. Perfect.

Because that meant Noah was thinking about him now.

Step by step, inch by inch, he was pulling Noah into his world. Making himself impossible to ignore.

Just a little more.

Just a little more, and Noah wouldn’t be able to escape him.

Not that he’d let him.

Because Noah was already his.

And soon, he’d know it too.

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