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October 5 - October 8, 2025
To be honest there isn’t much I fucking like that doesn’t put me in a mood.
Show me a smiling morning person and I wanna punch them in the face.
You always hear people talk about smiling with their eyes and I never have seen that in myself. I don’t think I have ever smiled with joy.
Guess I’m a walking shell with no soul.
“But I want to push it with you. Someone needs to set you free.”
Brazil certainly knows how to make hotties.
“Go to hell, Carlos,” I growl, and he chuckles. “Already there, little lion. Are you joining me?”
“I need it. Can’t control the itch. You’ve fucked with my head and you need to make it right.” “I haven’t done anything. It's you that's making this more difficult than it needs to be.” “Carlos. For once just shut the fuck up and fuck me before I hurt you.”
He hates me and I want to claim him.
I hate the way it makes me feel. No. I hate that I don’t hate it enough.
As soon as I laid eyes on Carlos tonight, that fire in his eyes had me lose all composure. Lose all reasoning. Once I mauled his mouth, I melted like sugar under heat. Another kiss and I was lost.
The way he whispered while fucking the life out of me, “You’ll never want anyone the way you want me.” The terrifying thing? He was right.
Si: I will make your life hell, motherfucker. Me: Sounds perfect to me.
I was tempted not to tease him, but I promised myself to push him, because it's the only way he will become free.
A loud banging on the door brings me back into the room. I know who it is. There is only one person I know who could have a fight with an inanimate object.
“As fun as that sounds, I’m not sure killing him would be enough. I can’t even be open and honest to those closest to me. It feels like that part of my life will always be in hiding.” “You don’t have to hide from me.”
I will make him smile one day.
The flight attendant requests we all fasten our seatbelts and does the standard safety run through. Not that I need it. I have a feeling after several hours in this confined space with the demon across from me, I’d be willing to jump midair.
It didn’t matter how long I’d been away from my homeland, Brazil had waited. Not gently. Not softly. But fiercely like an old friend who never learned how to whisper. And now that friend had me back, greeting me home to the chaos.
“I like the crazy ones. You can trust them. It's the sane ones you need to worry about.”
“I have to ask though, Simon. Why were you jealous?” “You were laughing.” Strange response, but okay. “Laughing?” “I’ve never seen you like that before.”
“I’d kill everyone around us for you,” Carlos says, but not in a lovey way. More in a way that a devil warns the gods he is taking over the world.
His hate will be my claim.
I’m too broken to fight. Too angry to forgive.
“You better protect him, Carlos. Or I fucking swear I’ll have Lev skin you alive.” “Dima, if something else happens to Simon, I’ll sharpen the knife for you.”
I want to hate him. I want to love him.
“I don’t want to talk. It’s pointless and tiring,”
“Noah, stop it. Not everyone is like you,” Chase says. “How awful for them,”
“Kill your demons before they kill you,”
“You’re not weak. You're just bleeding in places no one can see.”
When I open it, it says: Got bored so I killed the demon for you.
“When can we go home?” Home. He called it home.
“You’re never gonna escape me, little lion.” “Its a good thing I love my cage then, isn’t it?” “I love my lion back.”
“You’re a manipulative asshole, Carlos.” “Whatever you say, Mr. Silva.” “Who said I was going to take your last name? I like my own name, Simon Marino.” And so the fighting continues, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
