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The alarm clock cut through the silence of Sofia’s bedroom with a persistent yet gentle tone. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the comforting weight of her body draped over mine. The Saturday sun was beginning to seep through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the dozens of photos of me covering the walls — a constant visual reminder of her devotion that, in the morning light, felt less suffocating and more welcoming. Sofia murmured softly, snuggling deeper against my chest before finally waking up.
“Good morning, my love…” she whispered in a husky voice, her eyes shining with that familiar intensity the moment they focused on my face.
“Good morning, Sofia,” I replied, returning it with a light, affectionate kiss on her lips, feeling the warmth of her morning breath and the sweetness of the moment.
She stretched, sitting up in bed and letting the sheets fall away, revealing the pale skin I had explored so thoroughly the night before.
“I’m going to the bathroom to wash up. I need to wake up for real,” she said, already preparing to get up.
I gently took her hand and smiled, still feeling the pleasurable exhaustion from our night together and our complete surrender.
“I’ll go with you. We need to wash the smell and traces of last night off both of us.”
In the bathroom, the steam from the hot water quickly filled the space, creating an intimate haze. The shower became a moment of quiet and relaxation; I slowly soaped Sofia’s back, feeling her soft skin beneath my hands, while she rested her head against my shoulder, enjoying the care. I let the water run over our bodies, washing away sweat and the scent of sex, replacing it with the fresh fragrance of soap. There was no rush — just the comfort of being together before the chaos I knew the day would bring.
After drying off, we went to the kitchen. The breakfast ritual unfolded with natural harmony: I took charge of the coffee maker, focused on the aroma of freshly ground beans beginning to perfume the apartment, while Sofia handled the toast and fruit. We ate in peaceful silence, exchanging looks that sealed the agreement we had made about lunch.
When we finished, we gathered our things and headed to my car. As I drove toward campus, my mind was already working on multiple fronts. I remembered that later I would have to face Vanessa’s father; I needed concrete information about the weekend events involving Jonathan.
Along the way, my eyes caught the storefront of the sex shop where, days earlier, I had bought the plug for Bianca. Seeing the display instantly brought Margaret to mind. A bold and dark idea took shape — a control plan that would involve the governess in a way she would never expect. I felt a faint tingle of anticipation but quickly suppressed the impulse. With Sofia sitting beside me, any hint of interest in that shop would trigger a possessive interrogation I had no intention of dealing with right now.
When we parked on campus, the atmosphere shifted. Sofia’s Yandere aura began to surface as the moment of separation approached. She grabbed my arm possessively, her eyes darkening slightly at the idea of me moving around without her.
“I don’t want to leave you now…” she murmured, her voice heavy with that dangerous dependence.
I stopped and cupped her face with both hands, looking at her firmly but without losing the sweetness that kept her under control.
“Calm down, Sofia. We’ll see each other at lunch, just like we agreed yesterday. It’ll go by fast. Be a good girl until then, okay?”
The promise of our meeting and the gentle command seemed to soothe the beast inside her. She nodded, gave me one last possessive kiss, and headed to class. As soon as I watched her disappear down the hallway, I pulled out my phone. It was time to align the pieces with the “maestra” of my larger plan.
I quickly typed a message to Vanessa:
“Vanessa. I’m planning to have lunch with Sofia today. Would you like to join us?”
The reply came almost immediately.
“Are you trying to get me killed?”
She joked, remembering the personality of Sofia I had told her about.
“No. I just want Sofia to create bonds beyond me. I’m almost sure she doesn’t have any friends. Maybe if you become her friend, the chance of dying decreases.” I sent the message jokingly.
“Hehehe. I’ll have lunch with you. Olivia is coming too.”
Just as I expected. I headed to my class with anxiety tightening in my chest, afraid the lunch might go wrong.
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The midday sun beat down on the sidewalk in front of the campus restaurant, but the atmosphere between us was thick and charged. I stood at the center of a formation that looked like a diplomatic battlefield. On one side, Vanessa and Olivia, radiating the unshakable confidence of those who ruled the campus; on the other, Sofia, gripping my arm tightly, maintaining her “good girl” mask while Ethan lingered beside her like a persistent and unwanted shadow.
I felt a brief sense of relief when I realized Vanessa and Olivia weren’t taking an aggressive stance. On the contrary, they greeted me with almost rehearsed cordiality.
“Sofia, these are Vanessa and Olivia,” I introduced, trying to keep my voice steady. “Girls, this is Sofia, my childhood friend.”
Vanessa, acting as the master of ceremonies she truly was, removed her sunglasses and stepped forward with a smile that could disarm anyone.
“So this is the famous Sofia,” Vanessa said, extending her hand. “Luke talks about you a lot. It’s a pleasure to see that he has someone so loyal by his side.”
Olivia, on the other hand, tilted her head slightly, observing Sofia with that mix of angelic innocence and suspicious eyes, as if trying to read her soul.
“Childhood friends? How cute!” Olivia exclaimed, but there was a needle hidden in her tone. “It must be wonderful never having been apart, right? I imagine you never went a single day without talking since kindergarten!”
I felt Sofia’s arm tense instantly. Olivia’s comment hit the scar of our high school years — the period when intrigues drove us apart and silence became an abyss between us. I saw discomfort cross Sofia’s face; she looked away for a second, and I knew her darkness was fighting not to surface right there on the sidewalk.
Vanessa, who knew every detail of that history from our conversations, noticed Olivia’s mistake immediately. Before Sofia could withdraw or react defensively, Vanessa intervened with calm authority, cutting the topic off elegantly.
“Well, Olivia, real life isn’t a fairy tale,” Vanessa said, shooting her friend a warning look. “What matters isn’t whether there were pauses along the way, but that their connection was strong enough for them to find each other again. That’s what defines a true friendship, don’t you think?”
Vanessa’s comment was a balm to Sofia’s wounded ego. She relaxed her shoulders and looked back at me, restoring her social mask.
“Absolutely,” Sofia replied, her voice now controlled. “Time only proved that nothing can keep us apart for long.”
Ethan, who had been watching everything with crossed arms, clicked his tongue, clearly irritated that the circus hadn’t caught fire.
“Yeah, touching,” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “But if we keep standing out here talking about the past, we’re going to lose the table.”
I was irritated by his presence, but seeing how Vanessa and Olivia had neutralized Sofia’s defensiveness gave me confidence that the plan was working. Sofia had expected a war, but instead found a reception that validated her as the “fundamental woman” in my life.
“Let’s go inside,” I said, placing my hand over Sofia’s on my arm. “We have a lot to talk about in there.”
As we walked toward the entrance, I exchanged a quick look with Vanessa. She gave a subtle nod. The first barrier had been overcome: Sofia no longer saw them as enemies, but as allies who respected her history with me.
Our entrance into the campus restaurant did not go unnoticed. It was impossible not to notice: the “princess” of the Russian mafia, Olivia the economics idol, Sofia’s extraordinary beauty, and the popular Ethan. The only “normal” ones were me and Nathan. Murmurs rose from nearby tables as we approached the rectangular table near the center of the restaurant.
The seating arrangement was almost strategic. Vanessa, Olivia, and Nathan took one side, shoulder to shoulder. Ethan, with his constant need for attention, sat at the end, with Sofia beside him, directly across from Vanessa. I sat across from Olivia, positioning myself at the center of that web of glances.
Ethan barely sat down before he began projecting his voice, trying to dominate the space with some empty comment about economics or the latest party, but Vanessa didn’t even let him finish. With an icy look and cutting elegance, she interrupted him:
“Ethan, no one cares about that right now,” she said, immediately turning to Sofia with a warm smile that could disarm anyone. “Sofia, Luke told me you’re very dedicated. What do you really enjoy doing in your free time? I want to know better who’s part of his life.”
I noticed Sofia’s slight startle. She was still defensive, processing Vanessa’s warm reception. Under the table, I discreetly slid my hand to her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as a gesture of support and encouragement. I felt her muscles relax under my touch — a silent sign that she trusted me to mediate the situation.
“Well… I study Nutrition, so I end up bringing the course into my personal life,” Sofia began, her voice gaining confidence as she felt my support. “I really like cooking. I spend a lot of time at home alone testing new recipes, trying to turn complex dishes into something healthy and tasty.”
Olivia let out a light laugh, shaking her head.
“Cooking? Wow, I’m a complete disaster. If I try to make anything beyond a fried egg, the entire campus will probably need to be evacuated because of the smoke.”
“I’m not great in the kitchen either,” Vanessa admitted, joining in with a naturalness that surprised even me. “I much prefer practicality.”
“Exactly!” Olivia agreed, her eyes lighting up. “I prefer ordering through apps. That way I have more time for what really matters: my movie marathons. I love cinema — I spend hours watching classics and new releases.”
“I’m more into series,” Sofia commented, and I noticed the change in her eyes; suspicion gave way to genuine interest. “Especially political documentaries or crime series that focus on investigations and law. I think my parents influenced me a lot, since both of them work in that field.”
“Crime series?” Vanessa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “I’m not really a fan. I find them too fantastical compared to the real world.”
The conversation, which had begun like a minefield, started to flow like a calm river. Within minutes, they were exchanging recommendations and laughing about trivial situations. It was fascinating to watch: Vanessa used the same method she had used with Olivia to create bonds, focusing on tastes and lifestyles. To anyone passing by, we weren’t a tangle of secrets and obsessions, but just a group of real friends enjoying lunch.
Sofia was smiling, and the darkness I feared so much seemed to have dissipated under the light of that new friendship. This atmosphere was only possible because of Vanessa.
The harmony Vanessa had built with such effort evaporated in a second. Suddenly, a girl with white hair and vibrant blue streaks stopped beside me, placing her plate on the table with a familiarity that made the air freeze.
“Hi, Luke!” Emily said, with a radiant smile overflowing with gratitude far too spontaneous for such a charged environment. She waved to the rest of the table with a completely casual, “Hi, everyone!”
The effect was immediate. Olivia narrowed her eyes, turning her angelic expression into a lens of pure scrutiny. Vanessa, on the other hand, shifted her gaze from Emily to me; her eyes were icy blades clearly saying: “Seriously, Luke? Another one?”
But the real danger was beside me. I felt Sofia’s aura change drastically. Her social mask, which had seemed perfectly glued on, began to crack under the casual way Emily addressed me. Sofia’s possessive darkness surged like a dense shadow, and I knew she was one step away from letting her threatening nature explode.
My first reaction was instinctive. Under the table, I firmly squeezed Sofia’s thigh — a silent, unquestionable command for her to control herself. I kept my hand there, applying constant pressure to anchor her to reality.
“Hi, Emily,” I replied, ignoring Vanessa’s and Olivia’s inquisitive looks.
“I just came to thank you again for what you did for my sister,” Emily continued, unaware she was stepping into a minefield. “Grace won’t stop talking about it!”
Nathan, always the catalyst for chaos, leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
“And what exactly did our friend Luke do to earn so much affection?” he asked, giving voice to what all the women at the table wanted to know.
I took a deep breath, feeling Sofia’s tension ease slightly under my touch, though she was still rigid. I began explaining, keeping my voice calm and steady.
“I met Grace, Emily’s sister, when we went to pick up some papers at their place for the play.” I looked at Olivia. “Remember that play you signed off on to be approved? I decided to help Emily organize things, since she needed manpower and logistical support.”
Olivia relaxed her gaze a little, processing the technical explanation, as I continued:
“During the process, I discovered that Grace has exceptional artistic talent. She’s a hidden prodigy. I simply decided to introduce her to an acquaintance of mine who works in the field, to try to help her become a professional. That’s all.”
As I spoke, I began gently stroking Sofia’s thigh with my thumb. It was a strategic gesture to show her that, even with Emily’s arrival and Grace being mentioned, my physical attention and priority were still there — with her. It was my way of telling her she wasn’t being neglected.
Olivia completely relaxed, seeming satisfied with the logical, professional explanation. Vanessa, however, kept a hint of suspicion hidden beneath her elegant façade. She took a small sip of her juice before commenting in a tone hovering between praise and warning:
“You really like helping people who show potential,” she said, looking at me intently. “It’s a noble quality.”
Vanessa’s message landed, but my main focus was Sofia. She took a deep breath, and the touch of my hand on her leg seemed to work like a sedative for her impending madness. Emily, still smiling, seemed like an innocent piece that had just entered a game she barely understood.
The tension that had threatened to implode the table was dissipated by Emily’s unexpected lightness. Olivia, showing her instinct for control and organization, leaned forward and changed the subject to the project.
“I’d really like to see the final result of this play, Emily,” Olivia said, her eyes now curious and less predatory. “After all, my signature is on that document.”
“It’s happening in three weeks!” Emily replied, her eyes shining with contagious excitement. “I’d be so happy if all of you came to watch. It would be amazing to have your support there.”
Emily’s innocence, acting as if this were a normal lunch among friends and completely ignoring the electric currents of possession and jealousy crossing the table, was what saved the atmosphere from a chaotic disaster. I felt Sofia’s body finally relax under my hand. She let out an imperceptible sigh and, with admirable effort, recomposed her social mask, returning to the sweet, polite girl everyone saw.
The rest of lunch passed in surprising calm. Ethan, thoroughly suppressed by Vanessa’s coldness, didn’t dare open his mouth again, limiting himself to finishing his meal in sulky silence.
When we finally stood up to leave, Vanessa took an initiative that surprised me. She approached Sofia with a knowing smile.
“Sofia, I really enjoyed meeting you,” Vanessa said, pulling her phone from her bag. “Can I get your number? I’d love to plan a ‘girls’ night’ with you and Olivia. I think we have a lot to talk about without these boys around.”
Sofia, caught off guard but flattered by the attention of someone with Vanessa’s status, readily agreed. They exchanged contacts under the attentive gazes of Olivia and Nathan. I felt a new bond forming, with Vanessa at its center. She was friends with Olivia and was now trying with Sofia. The conversation we’d had earlier about me being with all of them came back to mind. The idea Vanessa was trying to orchestrate to make that happen surfaced again in my thoughts.
“And you, Luke?” Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow as we gathered our things. “Heading home now?”
“I need to buy something important and I have to go before the place closes,” I replied, keeping my tone vague enough not to arouse suspicion in Sofia, but firm enough to end the topic.
We said our goodbyes with waves and promises to talk later. As soon as I got into my car and found myself alone, I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. The social chess match of that lunch had been exhausting.
I drove straight to the sex shop I had seen earlier. I entered the store with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was looking for. My eyes locked onto a small, discreet, yet powerful vibrator, accompanied by a long-range remote control. It was the perfect tool for what I had in mind.
With the package safely tucked away, I headed toward the faculty’s administrative building. The hallway was silent, echoing only the sound of my footsteps. I stopped in front of Professor Margaret’s office door. I adjusted my posture, feeling the adrenaline of newly acquired power course through my veins.
I knocked on the door, ready to take my game of control to a whole new level.
