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Yulian: Guess what I'm supposed to get
Vaughn: On my nerves
OKAYYY SO, AT THE END OF THE BOOK, I WANT VAUGHN TO BE DOWN BAD FOR YULIAN JUST LIKE KIRILL WAS FOR SASHA.đLike omg, yâknow that one scene where Kirill goes, âSo she wants to kill me the next time she sees me? By all means, anything for my beautiful wifeâ?
PLEASEEEE, I NEED RINA TO REPLICATE THAT EXACT ENERGY WITH VAUGHN AND YULIAN.
LIKE MAYBE AT LIKE THE NEAR THE ENDâYulianâs threatening to stab Vaughn if he doesnât leave him alone or something, and Vaughnâs inner thoughts goes
"If he stabs me, I'd thrust the blade in deeper just so that I could be close to him, but that's just me."
LIKE YES. THE WAY I WOULD DIE. I NEED VAUGHN TO HAVE THAT DOWN BAD GENE PASSED FROM KIRILL .
đŻď¸đŻď¸ GUYS TRUST, GARETH KAYDEN WEDDING IN BEAUTIFUL VENOM, WITH VAUGHN BEING GARETH'S BEST MAN AND JETHRO/SIMONE BEING KAYDEN'S BEST MAN/WOMEN. AND ALSO ADD VAUGHNYULIAN CRUMBS INTO THAT PLSđŻď¸đŻď¸
(I'm delusional đ)
Vaughn: I think I'm in love with Yulian
Vaughn: Any thoughts?
Gareth: And prayers
Nikolai: You're going to NEED them.
OKAYYY HERE ME OUT: Bro Vaughn and Yulian def started sleeping together right after the intiation.
OKAYYY SO- Like Gareth mentioned that Vaughn immediately left for "New York" as soon as the initation ended. C'MONNN HE PROBABLY DIDN'T. I'M GUESSING THAT HE WAS WITH YULIAN.
ANDD, ANDD, THAT ONE PART WHERE GARETH CALLS VAUGHN PANICKING BECAUSE KAYDEN WAS SHOT? Yeahh, bro was def with Yulian at that time. NO EXCEPTIONS. Like why would he have to go out the room... if he didn't have someone with him in the room that he didn't particularly wanna disturb??
Oh and the rustling coming from Vaughn's end that Gaz mentioned was def him untangling himself from Yulian's hold because Yulian is clingy af when it comes to himm.
(Also, tiny question. How do you guys imagine Yulian to look like?? He's very dark brunette hair with green-gray eyes to me, idkk why đ)
Guys, you don't get how much I want a "Who did this to you" scene in HTV. Like I want Yulian coming back to the island limping or with bruises or something because of his shitty abusive father, AND VAUGHN COMPLETELY LOSING IT, LIKE HE DOESN'T CARE THAT HE'S SUPPOSED TO HATE YULIAN, YULIAN'S HIS AND ONLY HE GETS TO HURT HIM đ.
Bonus points if Yulian's trying to deflect the situation so hard đ, like with humor or something, maybe with a "Awww, you care about me, Mishka?", AND VAUGHN HAVING NONE OF IT.
âSPOILERS AHEADâ
They say love has stages. Steps. A progression of feelings that shift from one form to another.
For most, love is something that blooms softly, gradually, like the first hint of spring after a long winter. But for Gareth?
Love was a sickness. A fever that gripped me too tight and refused to let go.
And it started with obsession.
Stage 1: Obsession
Gareth Carson never believed in fate.
Or love.
To him, those things were nothing more than pretty illusions people fooled themselves into chasingâlike his friends, who fell head over heels for someone and acted like it was some divine intervention. He never understood the appeal. Relationships, romance, devotionânone of it ever intrigued him.
Sure, he indulged in casual flings, but they were fleeting, inconsequential. No one ever kept his attention long enough for him to care. He always got bored, always left before things could even come close to meaning something.
That was before Kayden Lockwood.
His professor.
Gareth didnât know when exactly it startedâmaybe it was the first time Kayden called on him in class, his smooth, commanding voice wrapping around Garethâs name like it belonged to him. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, exuding a quiet power, the kind that didnât demand attention but still had everyone hanging onto his every word.
Or maybe it was the first time Kayden looked at himânot just glanced, but looked, sharp eyes locking onto Garethâs, reading him in a way no one ever had.
Whatever it was, it had Gareth spiraling.
Obsession was a slow burn at first. It started with lingering stares in class, the way he always found himself waitingâhopingâfor Kaydenâs gaze to settle on him. Then it turned into staying after lectures for no reason, loitering near Kaydenâs office, offering smug, sharp-edged comments just to see if he could get a reaction.
But it wasnât enough.
So he dug deeper.
Gareth found himself researching everything about Kayden. His academic papers, his lectures, his past affiliationsâanything and everything. Then came the more personal details: what coffee he drank (black, no sugar), what time he usually arrived at campus (early, always early), what book he carried around but never seemed to finish (The Picture of Dorian Gray, an ironic choice).
He was in too deep before he even realized it.
And the worst part?
He knew this was insane. He knew there was a line he shouldnât cross, but when had that ever stopped a Carson? His brother was literally chasing after Eli King, their enemy, like a man possessed. If Jeremy could go after the devil himself, then why the hell would Gareth stop himself from chasing after his professor?
Even if Kayden was older. Even if this was forbidden.
Because Gareth always got what he wanted.
And Kayden Lockwood?
Was about to learn that firsthand.
Stage 2: Love
Gareth POV:
I always knew love was a weakness.
A flaw in human nature that made people act like fools, stripping them of logic, of reason, of self-preservation. I had seen it happen beforeâmy cousins, my friends, my brother. All of them fell, one by one, as if love was some inescapable disease.
And then, I fell.
Just as recklessly. Just as foolishly.
At first, I refused to call it love. Love was supposed to be loud, all-consuming, fiery in a way that left nothing but ruin behind. But KaydenâKayden was different. His love was quiet. A soft thing, wrapped in silent promises, in the steady presence of a man who never needed to say much to be heard.
It was in the way he looked at me, as if I wasnât something he needed to tame, but something he understood.
It was in the way he spoke to meânot as a student, not as a reckless bastard with too much arrogance, but as his equal.
It was in the way he touched meâcasual at first, fleeting, then deliberate. A hand on my wrist that lingered too long. A brush of fingers over mine when he handed me a book. A press of his palm against my back as we walked side by side.
It was in the way he said my name.
I should have known then. I should have stopped.
But I was never good at stopping.
So I did something I never thought Iâd do.
I trusted him.
I let him see parts of me no one else did. I told him things I never should have, things that should have remained locked away in the darkness I was born into.
I told him about the Heathens.
About the violence that lurked beneath my skin, about the blood that ran in my family name, about the world I walked through, one that most people never made it out of alive.
I knew I shouldnât. I knew it was dangerous, that Kayden didnât belong in that world, that he was better off untouched by the kind of life I led.
But I told him anyway.
Because I loved him.
And like the fool I was, I thought I had it all.
I thought love was enough.
How cruel fate was.
Stage 3: Hate
Gareth POV:
Fate is a cruel mistress.
I always knew that. I had seen her rip people apart, turn lovers into enemies, break men who thought they were unbreakable. But I never knew just how cruel she could be.
Not until him.
Not until Kayden tore apart the heart I had so foolishly placed in his hands.
Betrayal was an old friend of mine. I knew what it looked like, what it felt like, the slow, creeping poison of it sinking into my bones. But this? This was different.
Because it wasnât just my trust he shattered. It wasnât just my family he betrayed.
It was me.
And what cut the deepest wasnât that he had played me. It wasnât even that he had used me to get what he wantedâto get information, to get leverage, to win.
No.
What burned, what hollowed me out from the inside, was the thought that maybeâjust maybeâKayden had never loved me at all.
Maybe I had been nothing more than a means to an end. A foolish, reckless man who handed over his secrets with open palms, thinking he was giving them to someone who cared.
I wanted to hate him for that.
I did hate him for that.
Hate him enough to hunt him down. To find him kneeling before me, bloodied, broken, surrounded by the bodies of the Serpents gang.
Hate him enough to press the cold barrel of my gun against his temple, my finger resting on the trigger, my heartbeat slow. Steady. Empty.
I could do it.
I should do it.
But then Kayden looked up at me, and I realized something.
Killing him wouldnât be justice. It wouldnât be revenge.
It would be suicide.
Because if I pulled that triggerâif I erased him from this worldâthen my heart would never beat again.
Because that meant...
That meant he still had it.
Even after everything.
Stage 4: Finding their way back
Kayden's POV
I always knew I would be the villain in Garethâs story.
That no matter how much I wanted to rewrite the ending, no matter how many times I tried to play the hero, it would always end the same way.
With him looking at me like I had ripped the soul out of his body.
With me standing in the ruins of the heart I had destroyed with my own hands.
I should have stopped this when I had the chance. I should have walked away before it got too deep, before Gareth trusted me enough to love me. But I didnât. I let him in. I let myself want him. And now I was paying the price for my selfishness.
He shouldnât forgive me.
Not for what I did. Not for the lies. Not for the betrayal that had cost him more than I would ever be able to make up for.
And yetâyetâsome part of me still yearned.
For him. For the way he looked at me before he knew what I was.
For the way he loved me, reckless and all-consuming, as if I was something worth loving.
I knew better now. I knew I wasnât.
And still, I stood here, bloodied and beaten, with my sins laid bare before him, hopingâno, beggingâfor him to turn to me.
Just one last time.
Even if it was only to end me.
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ
I never expected forgiveness.
Not then. Not now. Not after all these years.
Some wounds donât heal. Some sins canât be erased. And what I did to Gareth⌠it wasnât something time could simply wash away.
But if I couldnât be forgiven, I could at least try.
So I did.
Every day.
Every moment.
I learned to live with Garethâs silence. With his anger. With the weight of what I had done pressing down on me like an iron chain. And yet, I kept going. Kept reaching, even when his back was turned. Kept hoping, even when I knew I didnât deserve to.
And now, as I stand at the end of the aisle, watching Asher Carson glare daggers at me while leading Gareth toward me, I think:Â Every second of pain was worth it.
Every day I spent groveling.
Every year I spent proving I was more than my mistakes.
Because now, Gareth is here.
Walking toward me.
Not with anger. Not with hatred.
But with something else in his eyesâsomething I once lost, something I never thought Iâd get back.
And maybe I never will. Maybe this is just a second chance to ruin him all over again.
But if it is, I will spend a lifetime making sure I donât.
Because no matter how many years pass, no matter how much I fight, one truth remains.
I will always be his villain.
But I will also be the man who never stops trying to be his hero.
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