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[darlingroseheart]

Toxic Love

“Why did you let her wrap her hands around your arms? You hate it when I do that.”

She got no answer just crickets from him.

“Fine Don’t answer. You just love confusing me.”

“Fine. What do you want me to say? That I like making you jealous?” He screamed his eyes tearing up.

“You stopped kissing me in the morning. You stopped talking when you got home from work, or asking what I was doing, or if I wanted to eat my mom’s food from those Pyrex containers she sent because I was homesick.”

“You pushed me away first.”

“I’m not used to constant affection. I can only take so much attention before I feel drained... but that didn’t mean I didn't want your love.”

“Why couldn't you just say that with words? Why the side-eye, the pushing, the ignoring?” She retorted back.

“I don’t think our strings connect. There has to be someone better out there for me, I bet I have a better chemistry with the mailman..... at least he smiles at me in the morning” she said sadisticly trying to hurt his feelings.

She could see his hand twitch. " DO IT, I DARE YOU" the voice in her mind said.

[darlingroseheart]

The menace Ilya Rozanov vs Scott Hunter

The bass from the club's sound system rattled the floorboards, thumping right up through the soles of their shoes.

Scott was standing by the booth, halfway through a rant about the new rookie annoying him by taking after Rozanov, waving his scotch glass around.

Ilya leaned back into the leather cushions, took a slow sip of his vodka, and squinted at him through the flashing lights.

"You know," Ilya said, deadpan, "standing under those lights, you look like a dinosaur."

Scott stopped cold. "A dinosaur? Really, Ilya? In the middle of my club? What, am I a T-Rex?"

"Please," Ilya shot back, rolling his eyes. "Not even a T-Rex. T-Rex came way later in the Cretaceous. You're strictly Triassic. Slow, heavy-browed, completely obsolete."

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, exhausted breath over the bassline. He glared across the table at Hollander, who was just sitting quietly in the corner nursing a Canada dry smirking at his plight.

"Hollander," Scott said, his voice tense with frustration. "Control your menace."

Hollander didn't even blink. Next to him, Kip shifted, flashing a slow, wicked grin at Scott under the neon glow.

"Hey, for the record," Kip purred, raising his glass in a mock toast, "even if you were a Triassic lizard, Scott... you'd be one hot colorful dinosaur. pulling me in"

Before Scott could fire back, Ilya wrinkled his nose and waved a dismissive hand.

"Oh, come on, Kip, have some standards. Look at him. Way too much leathery skin, needs more moisturizer, horrible texture to kiss".

" well at least the skin of my back is not making me question whether it is a cancer or a mark". shane said frowning at Ilya still mad at the fact that Ilya had forgot his appointment.

[darlingroseheart]

The menace Ilya Rozanov vs Scott Hunter

The bass from the club's sound system rattled the floorboards, thumping right up through the soles of their shoes.

Scott was standing by the booth, halfway through a rant about the new rookie annoying him by taking after Rozanov, waving his scotch glass around.

Ilya leaned back into the leather cushions, took a slow sip of his vodka, and squinted at him through the flashing lights.

"You know," Ilya said, deadpan, "standing under those lights, you look like a dinosaur."

Scott stopped cold. "A dinosaur? Really, Ilya? In the middle of my club? What, am I a T-Rex?"

"Please," Ilya shot back, rolling his eyes. "Not even a T-Rex. T-Rex came way later in the Cretaceous. You're strictly Triassic. Slow, heavy-browed, completely obsolete."

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, exhausted breath over the bassline. He glared across the table at Hollander, who was just sitting quietly in the corner nursing a Canada dry smirking at his plight.

"Hollander," Scott said, his voice tense with frustration. "Control your menace."

Hollander didn't even blink. Next to him, Kip shifted, flashing a slow, wicked grin at Scott under the neon glow.

"Hey, for the record," Kip purred, raising his glass in a mock toast, "even if you were a Triassic lizard, Scott... you'd be one hot colorful dinosaur. pulling me in"

Before Scott could fire back, Ilya wrinkled his nose and waved a dismissive hand.

"Oh, come on, Kip, have some standards. Look at him. Way too much leathery skin, needs more moisturizer, horrible texture to kiss".

" well at least the skin of my back is not making me question whether it is a cancer or a mark". shane said frowning at Ilya still mad at the fact that Ilya had forgot his appointment.

[darlingroseheart]

MY UPCOMING BOOK FRAT INITIATION BY VICTORIA JUNO

The word hung in the room, clean and final. Clara stared at him, something sharp and tired settling behind her eyes.

"Fine," she said, her voice steady but laced with contempt. "I understand you’re an egotistical monster who’s one day going to get himself arrested or attacked."

Adrian didn't flinch. He held her gaze for a beat too long, filing her words away like predictable noise before giving a small, dismissive exhale. "If that helps you process it," he said evenly, "then hold onto it."

something calculated. "Fine," she said, her voice dropping into a register so cold it made the air in the room feel thin. "If that’s the reality you need to construct to justify your ego, then I’m done."

She snatched her bag from the chair. As she turned toward the door, she caught her reflection in the glass of a framed award on the wall.

This is the inner sanctum, she thought, her mind sharpening with a wicked clarity. If this is where the leadership resides, then the people in this hallway are the ones who actually matter. They aren't just lackeys Adrian can threaten into silence; they're his peers—or his rivals.

[darlingroseheart]

The fly has died

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Peter wondered when life had become so colorless, like a faded plastic chair. He had been dancing with her in his dream, but woke up to a drab reality where his life's web was unraveled.

He knew that whenever her hand went to her chain, he was trying to recall memories of them. But it could have been worse; Peter 2 had lost his MJ, but at least he could stare at her through the crowd of students who were right in thinking he had a pathetic crush.

Why Ned? It was like she was blocking her own memories; maybe if he danced with Ms. Hardy, she would be the one staring back. He could dance with the guys, too, and hold back a little less with them.

He watched as a guy winked at him from across the room, the disco lights casting a menacing red glow. The stranger pointed toward his revealing shirt and made a come-hither motion. Peter's feet dragged him toward this guy who looked like a model, the spider in his mind quiet for once, unaware that his instincts were only silent because they knew no amount of fight would help him win against the entity that was beckoning him.

[darlingroseheart]

My upcoming book Frat initiation

He sat in the hospital room, watching her blood pressure hover at 80/50 while the nurse started a bag of Lactated Ringer. He hadn’t needed an appointment; he had simply stated his first name, and the receptionist had immediately escorted him back to a large, private suite.

He watched as they drew her blood for labs, feeling a cold sense of satisfaction that it was the start of a long weekend, so he had some time to get her managed and taken care of.

He texted Hayden, knowing full well that he would want to relay the news to Julian, the boy would want to rush to Claras side . He provided just enough information, calculating that Hayden would deliver it in a way that kept the boy effectively trapped by his side. From the tone of his voice and that creepy staring, he could sense the dangerous obsession burning in his friend’s mind. 

[darlingroseheart]

My upcoming book frat initiation

Clara wanted to argue, but she found herself silenced by the cold certainty in his eyes. He seemed pleased by her frustration. "You should actually be thanking me."

"I would rather eat gravel."

"That's the spirit." He reached for his book again. "The note is legitimate, by the way. My physician signed it willingly. I didn't forge anything."

"That doesn't make it better," she said.

"It makes it legal."

"That's not the same thing."

"To people like me," he replied, opening the book, "it usually is."

[darlingroseheart]

MY UPCOMING BOOK FRAT INITIATION BY VICTORIA JUNO

The word hung in the room, clean and final. Clara stared at him, something sharp and tired settling behind her eyes.

"Fine," she said, her voice steady but laced with contempt. "I understand you’re an egotistical monster who’s one day going to get himself arrested or attacked."

Adrian didn't flinch. He held her gaze for a beat too long, filing her words away like predictable noise before giving a small, dismissive exhale. "If that helps you process it," he said evenly, "then hold onto it."

something calculated. "Fine," she said, her voice dropping into a register so cold it made the air in the room feel thin. "If that’s the reality you need to construct to justify your ego, then I’m done."

She snatched her bag from the chair. As she turned toward the door, she caught her reflection in the glass of a framed award on the wall.

This is the inner sanctum, she thought, her mind sharpening with a wicked clarity. If this is where the leadership resides, then the people in this hallway are the ones who actually matter. They aren't just lackeys Adrian can threaten into silence; they're his peers—or his rivals.

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[darlingroseheart]

I bet Ilya wished he has parents like Shane parents, and probably wished he had not has a brother. Wonder if Irinia's spirit still follow him around. Ilya gives money to his family with no deep support from them, and for Shane even has a adult his mom his helping him get good deals.

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[darlingroseheart]

My new book Frat initiation

That had to be the reason he cared right, sure he made the dare, but she didn't have to do it, freedom of movement existed.

It couldn't be the way he felt so jarringly, alive whenever they fought, or the way her brief, accidental touch could settle the static in his brain.

He found himself cataloging her quirks like evidence: the way she turned clumsy and awkward when forced to apologize, or the infuriating, provocative tilt of her head when she teased him.

He hated that he noticed these things. Fuck he had to leave before he started hyperventilating again.

He watched her chest rise and sink, rise and sink. 

"i hate her" he said out loud.

[darlingroseheart]

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[darlingroseheart]

My upcoming book Frat initiation

He sat in the hospital room, watching her blood pressure hover at 80/50 while the nurse started a bag of Lactated Ringer. He hadn’t needed an appointment; he had simply stated his first name, and the receptionist had immediately escorted him back to a large, private suite.

He watched as they drew her blood for labs, feeling a cold sense of satisfaction that it was the start of a long weekend, so he had some time to get her managed and taken care of.

He texted Hayden, knowing full well that he would want to relay the news to Julian, the boy would want to rush to Claras side . He provided just enough information, calculating that Hayden would deliver it in a way that kept the boy effectively trapped by his side. From the tone of his voice and that creepy staring, he could sense the dangerous obsession burning in his friend’s mind. 

[darlingroseheart]

The tension here is really gripping is "Frat Initiation" going to be a slow burn or does Adrian snap sooner than expected?

Slow burn with from there prespective speed burn from ours

[darlingroseheart]

My upcoming book Frat Initiation please give your thoughts and ratings

But as he stared at the screen, his smirk faltered. The messages weren't delivering. The bubbles sat there, empty and gray, refusing to send into the void.

He couldn't help but keep thinking about her. It was like he could still feel the phantom press of her hands on his chest, and that phantom feeling kept his mind on what she might have been doing.

He slipped on a white dress shirt and blue shorts, grabbed his keys, and ran downstairs. He jammed his feet into the slip-ons he hated and sprinted to the parking lot on the side of the frat house.

Adrian jammed his thumb against the unlock button again, the harsh electronic chirp echoing like a gunshot in the silent lot. Stupid, just stupid, he hissed to himself, his chest heaving. Why the hell did I ever tell them to go there? A sickening knot had formed in his gut the moment those messages failed to send—a cold, heavy intuition that didn't just suggest they were in trouble, but that something had actually laid hands on them.

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ILYA MF ROZANOV.✨