FORCED MARRIAGE : BELONG TO HIM~
04
Silius and Rile were walking towards their class when they saw people running towards the ground. They looked around confused , not knowing what was happening when someone ran towards them and stood in front of Silius
Random
Thank God , I finally found you *panting*
Silius Graves (SO)
Wh ....What is going on here ? What's with all the commotion
Random
He's beating up someone again at the ground
Random
Please come with me before it gets out of hand
Silius Graves (SO)
I.. I don't-
Random
Please... he'll only listen to you
Silius walked alongside the guy toward the school grounds, where a crowd had already gathered. The murmurs died down the moment they arrived, the air thick with tension.
In the center of it all, a brutal scene was unfolding—a fight so fierce that even the usual troublemakers kept their distance. No one dared to step in. No one even flinched. Because they all knew one unspoken rule: You don’t interfere in Mathew’s business.
Silius sighed, shoulders dropping with the weight of familiarity. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Not with Mathew. His eyes drifted to the boy pinned to the ground. The sight made his stomach twist. Blood stained the boy’s nose and lip, his face swollen and barely recognizable. It was brutal—too brutal. A silent ache throbbed in Silius’s chest.
Then again… it’s Mathew we’re talking about. He doesn’t need a reason. He never has. He’ll beat up anyone who dares to look at him the wrong way. Anyone who steps a little too close. Anyone who simply breathes in his direction when he’s not in the mood. And somehow, people still worship him like he’s untouchable.
Silius's eyes flicked to Mathew, who stood there like a storm that had just passed — calm, quiet, dangerous. Blood on his knuckles, no trace of guilt on his face. He didn’t even flinch.
Silius walked closer, cautiously, his steps slow but steady.He called out his name but Mathew didn’t hear him. Didn’t even flinch. He was too far gone. His eyes—those usually cold, sharp eyes—were now bloodshot, wild, and burning with something far more dangerous than anger. Rage. Pure, undiluted rage.
His fists moved in a blur, again and again, pounding into the boy beneath him, who was barely moving now—just weak jerks and muffled whimpers. His face already unrecognizable.
Silius Graves (SO)
*Walked closer to him and grabbed his hand* Mathew.. Stop creating-
Before Silius could finish calling his name, Mathew's arm snapped back—fast, unintentional, but brutal. His elbow collided with Silius’s face. A sickening crack echoed louder than any shout.
Silius Graves (SO)
Aah *hold his nose*
Silius stumbled backward, clutching his nose as blood poured between his fingers. The metallic scent hit him instantly, sharp and nauseating.
Mathew Volkov(E)
*Look back at Silius*
Silius Graves (SO)
( Shit... it's bleeding ) *trying to wipe his nose*
Mathew Volkov(E)
*Loose the grip on that person's collar*
Mathew Volkov(E)
*staring at Silius*
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