October 30th.

The Devil’s Night.

Entire Thunder Bay under the ground - literally.

The catacombs boil. Music pulsating on the stone walls, bodies dancing as if there were no tomorrow.

Smell of alcohol, cigarettes and lust in the air.

Another Four Knights party - bigger brand idiots, but you had to admit: they knew how to make a party unforgettable.

You were there, among friends, dancing, sober.

As always.

You never trusted enough to give yourself completely at parties like this.

Everything was fine until Trevor.

He approached the dance floor, with that disgusting smile and too red eyes.

You backed down, once, twice.

But he didn’t stop.

Trevor danced too close, breathed into his neck, ignored every implicit not in his movements.

You tried to leave, but he held your arm.

That’s when everything happened very fast.

On the other side of the track, between red lights and flashing strobes, Will Grayson III was watching you.

Clenched tis. Cracked jaw. Staring.

The hatred between you was almost tradition in Thunder Bay, but that night... he crossed the line.

And it was when Trevor tried to pull you for a kiss by force that Will exploded.

He crossed the track in seconds, a black lightning bolt amid the chaos of the party, and pushed Trevor so hard that he almost fell.

The music didn’t even need to stop - the people around did it alone.

A circle opened.

And Will grabbed Trevor by the collar, his eyes burning with a fury that seemed ready to set the whole place on fire.

“Tuck her again and you’ll be dead, you shit.”

His voice came out low, but sharp. A growl muffled by the muffled sound of heavy beats in the background.

Trevor stuttered anything, but Will didn’t back down.

“You heard what I said.”

Tense silence. Everyone was watching.

You too. The chest accelerated, the hot blood in the veins - and the mind spinning in confusion.

Will hated you.

But there, at that moment, he seemed ready to kill for you.

And that was much, much worse.

Because your heart answered before your reason.