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Chapter : Possession

Noah's POV:-

The first threat came on a Tuesday.

Noah found it slipped between the pages of his lesson planner—a photograph he didn't know existed. Him, walking to his car late one evening, the parking lot empty except for his lone figure. The image was taken from somewhere in the shadows, the angle suggesting the photographer had been waiting, watching.

On the back, written in that same red ink: *You should be more careful at night ANGEL , Anyone could be watching.*

His hands trembled as he crumpled the photo, glancing around his empty classroom. The morning sun painted long shadows across the floor, but they suddenly seemed darker, deeper, as if they might be hiding something—or someone.

The smart thing would be to report it. Go to the administration, show them the photo, the notes, tell them about Kieran's behavior.

But he knew how that would play out.

"Mr. Wolfe? Are you sure? He's our star quarterback. Full scholarship to Yale next year. His father's on the board..."

No one would believe him. And even if they did, would they care? In their eyes, he was replaceable. Just another young teacher who couldn't handle the pressure.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made him jump. His heart thundered against his ribs as the door swung open.

It wasn't Kieran.

Just Sarah Martinez, one of his sophomore students, arriving early to ask about the homework.

Noah forced a smile, tucking the crumpled photo into his desk drawer. But his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

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KIERAN'S POV:-

He loved watching Noah try to hide his fear.

The way those delicate fingers trembled when he found the photo. The quick, nervous glances around the empty room. The way he jumped at shadows.

Beautiful.

Kieran leaned against the lockers, just around the corner from Noah's classroom. He could hear the murmur of voices inside—Noah helping that irritating sophomore girl with her homework.

His jaw clenched.

He didn't like sharing Noah's attention. Didn't like how the girl's eyes lingered too long, how she laughed too eagerly at Noah's quiet jokes.

But that was fine.

He had plans for anyone who got too close.

The bell rang, and students began filling the halls. Kieran waited, patient as always, until the girl emerged from Noah's classroom. She was smiling, clutching her books to her chest.

That smile wouldn't last long.

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NOAH'S POV:-

The day dragged endlessly.

Every class felt like a performance—Noah going through the motions, discussing literature and metaphors while hyperaware of Kieran's presence in fourth period.

But something was different today.

Kieran seemed... agitated. His usual calculated stillness was replaced by a restless energy. His dark eyes kept darting to Sarah's empty desk, then back to Noah with an intensity that made his skin crawl.

When the bell finally rang, Noah gathered his things quickly. He had a faculty meeting after school, which meant staying late. The thought made his stomach twist.

"Mr. Everly."

Noah froze. He knew that voice. That tone.

Kieran stood in the doorway, blocking his exit. The hallway behind him was already empty—everyone rushing to their next class.

"You need to get to class," Noah said, proud that his voice remained steady.

Kieran didn't move. "Sarah won't be bothering you anymore."

The words sent ice through Noah's veins. "What?"

"She withdrew from your class." Kieran's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Something about... scheduling conflicts."

Noah felt sick. "What did you do?"

"Nothing she can prove."

Kieran stepped closer, and Noah backed away until his legs hit his desk. The distance between them was still technically appropriate, but it felt suffocating.

"Stay away from her," Noah warned, though they both knew he was powerless to enforce it.

Kieran's smile widened. "I don't care about her." His voice dropped lower, intimate. "I only care about you."

Before Noah could respond, Kieran was gone, leaving only the lingering scent of his cologne and the weight of his words.

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KIERAN'S POV:-

He hadn't meant to reveal his hand so soon.

But seeing that girl—Sarah—fawning over Noah had sparked something dark inside him. Something possessive. Something that demanded action.

It had been easy enough to arrange. No violence atleast, yet .. Just A few carefully placed rumors. A "concerned" conversation with her parents about her inappropriate crush on a teacher. The suggestion that switching classes would be better for everyone involved.

The fact that her father's company was currently seeking approval from Kieran's family's law firm was just... convenient.

Now, sitting in his next class, Kieran couldn't stop thinking about Noah's reaction. The fear in those dark blue eyes when he realized what Kieran was capable of.

It was intoxicating.

But it wasn't enough.

Noah needed to understand that this wasn't just about wanting him. This was about owning him. Possessing him. Making him understand that he belonged to Kieran in ways that went beyond the physical.

Kieran pulled out his phone, scrolling through the hundreds of photos he'd taken of Noah over the past weeks. Noah leaving his apartment. Noah at the coffee shop. Noah grading papers late at night, the soft glow of his desk lamp making him look ethereal.

Soon, he would show Noah all of them. Make him see how completely Kieran had already claimed him.

But not yet.

For now, he would wait. Watch. Let the fear build.

Because when Noah finally broke—when he finally accepted that resistance was futile—the victory would be so much sweeter.

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Noah's POV:-

That night, Noah couldn't sleep.

He paced his small apartment, checking the locks repeatedly, pulling the curtains tighter even though he was three floors up.

Sarah's empty desk haunted him. The thought that Kieran could so easily destroy someone's life—just because they dared to speak to him—made him feel sick.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Unknown number.

*You look beautiful , so irresistible when you're scared.*

Another buzz.

*But you'll look even better when you're mine.*

Noah's hands shook as he blocked the number, knowing it was useless. Kieran would find another way to reach him. He always did.

The worst part wasn't the fear.

It was the tiny, twisted part of him that felt... something else. Something he refused to name. Something that made his heart race for reasons that had nothing to do with terror.

And that scared him more than anything else.

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