[ Eyes glinted with mischief as he stepped closer, his voice a low murmur that only the air between them could hear.
"You think you can break me… but darling, I'm the one who'll have you begging for more." ]
"It's morning. If you do not wake up, I'll punish you," Victor said, with a deep tone carrying a playful threat, his voice laced with amusement, the last words a whisper against Milo's ear.
Milo's eyes fluttered open, his gaze focusing on Victor's smirking face. His heart skipped a beat, but the sleepiness lingered. "Victor... I'm gonna kill you someday," he mumbled,his voice thick with sleep.
Victor chuckled, watching Milo struggle to wake up. "Get up, love. Today's the board meeting, and dad's coming too," he said casually, planting a brief, sweet kiss on Milo's lips. His words were a quiet command, but they carried weight, especially with the mention of the meeting.
Milo groaned, sulking as he rolled onto his back, his messy hair a perfect reflection of his sleepy mood. "You should've woken me up earlier," he grumbled, eyes still closed.
Victor leaned in closer, his breath warm against Milo's cheek.
"I thought you might be tired after last night," he teased, the wink he gave punctuating his words. "It was intense, after all."
Milo picked up a pillow and threw it at Victor's face in mock irritation. He didn't bother replying and instead made his way to the bathroom, still mumbling under his breath. Victor laughed softly, smoothing the sheets, and then made his way downstairs.
Victor walked downstairs, the sound of footsteps on the marble floor echoing through the mansion. The kitchen was already warm with the smell of the freshly brewed coffee, and their maid, Emily, had laid out a generous breakfast. She greeted him with a respectful bow.
"Good morning. Mr. Kingsley," she said sweetly, her voice filled with the same warmth she always greeted him with.
Victor nodded, his expression softening. He didn't get many moments of peace in his work time. Emily is the only woman staying in Kingsley's mansion after his mother's death. She took care of Victor from his childhood so he respects her as her aunt. He took a sip of coffee, savoring the warmth, when the sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts.
Milo entered, his tousled hair and half lidded eyes a sharp contrast to Victor's well composed demeanor. Emily greeted him the same way, and after a quiet nod, Milo ask, "Where's that brat?"
Emily smiled softly, "Master Winter went to college already, sir."
At the University...
The roar of Porsche 718 Cayman car's engine rumbled through the campus as it parked with precision. The students standing around couldn't help but stop and stare. A perfect 5'11" tall guy, his chiseled frame dressed in a leather jacket that clung to his broad shoulder, made him stand out like a beacon. As he stepped out of the car, the air around him seemed to shift. His casual yet confident stride drew all eyes to him.
The moment he walked through the university gates, girls in the crowd fanned themselves in admiration. His lips were lazily wrapped around a lollipop, a nonchalant, almost playful expression on his face.
Luca and Marco, his bestfriends, approached him with wide grins plastered on their faces.
"Hey, Winter. Damn fucker, as usual, charming," Luca commented, nudging Marco.
Winter smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "DNA advantage," he said, running his fingers through his hair back in gesture that made the crowd go wild.
They shared a laugh, but suddenly, a forceful grip on Winter's arm caught him by surprise. A woman had grabbed him, pulling him away from his friends.
Lucia. Her expression was fierce, her fingers digging into his skin.
"WHY DID YOU FUCKIN' BREAK UP WITH ME, WINTER?" she demanded, her voice dripping with frustration.
Winter's gaze shifted. He tilted his head slightly in confusion before responding, "Lucia... This isn't how you make things work. Shouting in the middle of the campus like a crazy woman."
Her voice cracked with emotion as she continued her rant, "How could you do this to me? Why are you throwing me away?"
Luca, noticing her escalation, stepped in, his tone cold. "Back off, Lucia. If you don't want to regret it, you'd better stop right now."
Winter raised a hand, stopping Luca with a simple gesture. He turned back to Lucia, his face impassive, a knowing smirk curling on his lips. "You're hurting because I know what you did, aren't you?" His voice was smooth, calculated. "How could you be so hurt when I found out you were cheating on me with other men while we were together?"
The students around them went silent. Everyone knew Lucia. She was the type of woman who latched onto people for their money and status, and now that she tried to do the same with Winter, he was revealing her lies.
Lucia's face went pale. "That's a lie! I only loved you babe. Only you, Winter!"
Winter's hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out his phone. With a flick of his wrist, he showed Lucia the damning photos of her with other men. Her words faltered, her defenses crumbling.
The tension in the air was palpable, but Lucia wasn't ready to back down. She was desperate. "You think you can just throw me away? I'll tell everyone your dad is gay," she spat, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of victory.
Winter froze, his smirk vanishing. His gaze turned cold, his body tensing.
"What did you say?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Lucia, sensing the danger, hesitated. "I know the truth about you," she hissed. "Your dad... is gay. You have two dads. Both of them... they're gay."
Winter's friends got worried. They were about to come in front but looking at Winter they stayed still.
Winter didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped closer to her, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Jealous?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Is that it? That I have two hot dads?"
The crowd erupted in a mix of laughter and murmurs.
But Lucia wasn't done. Her voice lowered, almost whispering now, but still full of venom. "You think they're great? I can seduce one of them or maybe both. What will you do after that? Will you call me mommy? she taunted.
Winter's eyes darkened. The taunt didn't affect him the way it would've affected anyone else, it only fueled his anger. He smirked and took a step back. "After calling me daddy all night long, are you planning to put my dad's dick inside your pants? You want to call them daddies too? You want to scream their name while you're at it? huh! WHORE!"
The crowd gasped, but no one dared to say a word. Everyone knew Winter wasn't one to messed with. Lucia had crossed a line, and she knew it. The student's eyes widened in anticipation, waiting for what Winter would do next.
Luca and Marco began to usher Lucia away as they knew Winter is not in a calm mood that he will say calm things, but she wasn't finished. She lashed out, she started crying out and about to grab Winter's collar but Winter grabbed her wrist, "I don't talk with SLUTS like you." His anger was taking over. Without a warning, a figure stepped forward. A tall man, built like a brick wall. He punched Winter, knocking him back a few steps.
Winter's breath hitched for a second, pain flashing through him. He hadn't expected that punch to land so hard. His head snapped back, and for a moment, the world spun.
But Winter recovered quickly. His smirk returned, colder than before.
Luca and Marco stepped in immediately, blocking the guy who had hit Winter, but the tension in the air shifted. Winter was no longer amused. The silence that followed spoke volumes.