You were standing there… Amidst the sea of cheering students, surrounded by screams, clapping, and stomping feet. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest, as though to cage the storm within. But it wasn’t cold. It was rage. Burning, wild, and vengeful.
The school field roared with life — players sprinting, balls flying, sweat and ambition hanging in the air like smoke after fire. But your eyes... they only saw one thing. Ethan. Your ex.
The boy your heart once leapt for. The boy whose smile lit your world, whose whisper of “I love you” once felt like salvation. And the boy who turned out to be the cruelest illusion of all — Because it was all a bet. A sick, heartless game he played with his friends, and you were the prize. Your love? A joke. Your trust? A casualty.
But tonight… you weren't here to cry. You were here to burn. To turn the flames of humiliation into firepower.
You had worn the rival team’s jersey — deliberately. Painted their symbol on your cheek like a badge of loyalty. You wanted him to see. You needed him to see. And more importantly... you wanted Lucien to see too.
Lucien — Ethan’s sworn rival. Captain of the opposing team. The boy with silver hair that glinted like a blade in moonlight, with eyes that didn’t look at you, but through you. There was something dangerous about him — The way he walked like he owned the earth. The way he spoke like silence obeyed him. Every girl wanted him. No one dared approach him.
Except you.
And that night... you became the match that lit the fuse.
The final whistle blew. The crowd erupted. Lucien’s team had won.
He was surrounded by cheers, pats on the back, teammates shouting his name. But you? You walked through the madness like a storm in silk. Straight toward him. And more importantly — under Ethan’s gaze, which now burned with something new… something frantic.
You stopped before Lucien. Lifted your head. And smiled.
“Well played, captain.” Your voice was soft, teasing, and sharp enough to cut. You reached out and tapped your fingers against his sweat-slick chest. The moment lingered… In your mind, only one thought echoed: Please… kiss me. Right here. Right now. Let him watch.
And then— As though he had heard the plea from your soul— Lucien stepped closer.
Without a single word, he cupped your chin with maddening gentleness, tilted your face upward—
And kissed you.
Long. Fierce. Unapologetic.
The world vanished. Cheers turned to gasps. Time stilled.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was claiming. It was war.
And as his lips melted into yours, as your knees weakened and your eyes fluttered shut… You knew.
This wasn’t part of your revenge plan anymore. Lucien… He wasn’t playing.
He was taking. Taking what he had decided was his. You.
And Ethan?
He was already burning. Exactly as you intended. But now… you weren’t sure who had set the fire.