LittleMissOddball

Although you have a serious face and you feel like it,
Why won’t you make a sad face for me?
If it’s what you want, i f it’s only tears,
“It’s okay to cry.” Or something is what you’ll say. Right?

His strides were quick and sharp, coupled with the certainty of where he was headed and the rising heat of his anger peaking from head to his nether regions, Mathias’ mind was a jumbled mess of emotions just dying to find some sort of avenue of release. And as if it knew where it belonged, his body let itself drown freely in the whims of his head. Never in his life had he thought their college building was so huge that it would take him ages to get to where he wanted to go. Once, he believed it had been a waste for him to come to this premier yet ultimately comparatively miniature in structure and population. Today was different. The hallways were longer, there were more twists and turns, students kept bumping onto him like annoying obstructions in his path. It felt like it had been a thousand years before he finally found the door of the room he was looking for. He hastened his pace and swung the door open, ignoring the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, knowing full-well that the only man who placed that sign specifically does not want anything or anyone to touch him, not even the man who adored his body, heart and soul with everything he had.

Then again, it’s not as if Mathias could hold back anymore.

Massive bags under his eyes, the angry Norwegian turned to the intruder with a menacing glare, maddened at the sudden interruption. His eyes went wide with surprise at seeing the heavily panting Dane stomping towards him with predatory eyes. He stepped back, feeling a chill run down his spine. “M-Mathias, what are you doing here!? I put up the sign!”

“Shut up.” Mathias gripped him by the wrist and vigorously pulled Lukas toward him and fervently kissed him, forcing his tongue inside, tasting every corner of his mouth, burning the sensation in his mind. Lukas struggled against him, but Mathias held him fast. What’s going on? Is he angry about something!? Was all Lukas could think of as their lips unlocked but quickly returned to their battle of domination despite both losing breath. Lukas felt his knees quiver and turn to jelly as Mathias’ lips moved from his to the side of his neck, planting marks here and there, whispering soft nothings in his ear.

“Mathias! Cut it out!”

“Tsk. You should learn when to shut up, and let me do my work, Lukas baby.”

Mathias nibbled on Lukas’ earlobe earning a loud gasp from the other. Lukas tried to resist, begging him to stop but his voice didn’t seem to reach the Dane who kept leaving red marks in obvious places. He then felt a hand slowly under his shirt caressing his backside then slowly glided down and slipping into his pants. Lukas found his voice and attempted again to push the dazed Mathias off him.

“Don’t fuck with me! We’re in school!”

“You say that but you seem even more turned on than usual.”

Mathias pulled him even closer overpowering the other and then kissed him with as much force as he did at the beginning, then started to push Lukas down. Slowly losing balance, Lukas fell to the floor with a thud, Mathias entire weight pushing him down, hindering him from getting up. His wrists, bound by Mathias’ hands, were above his head allowing the Dane all the best view at his beautiful prize. Lukas was panting heavily. Mathias kept kissing him until his head was completely blank, making him lose the strength to refuse. What the hell was happening? Mathias had never been this forceful, and he would only do this if he had Lukas’ permission. He treasured him above all else and would always want Lukas to feel the pinnacle of pleasure brought by gentleness and love and yet here he was, pinned to the floor and sapped of all strength that all he could do was submit.

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In the end, we went all the way. To make it even worse, we’re still in school. Lukas thought as he lay naked with Mathias on his stomach on the couch their college theatre organization had used for an event once. He was sore and red all over, not to mention he was sweaty and sticky inside and out from the rigorous activity, plus he could not move an inch since one, he was hurting so much and two, Mathias could awaken from his sleep. He reminded himself to the thank the theatre organization one of these days for their couch idea.

He stared at the sleeping face beside him, snoring soundly with not a care in the world. It was hard to believe that this was the same pheromone-ridden alpha male that took him and continuously thrusted his manhood into him again and again. He looked too peaceful, and to Lukas altogether precious. He stopped himself from these thoughts as he realized he had been grinning like a fool. His next thoughts as to why he would come here so eager for sex enough to render Lukas incapable for work turned his smile upside down. He was mad. But why? He tried to recall any time where he had done something against the Dane but to no avail. Any other person would have to be Arthur but Arthur was here not too long ago. Something must have happened at home that could’ve ticked him off.

Or that it had something to do with Emil.

As soon as the thought popped into his mind, like an instinct, Mathias’ began to stir, his eyes opening slowly, allowing Lukas to get a glimpse of his beautiful azure eyes. Those eyes that captivated him from the moment Lukas saw him. It reminded him of home, of the beautiful lake splayed towards the horizon and filling out into the ocean. He let his hand reach out and touch Mathias’ face gently, feeling the lines and features of his handsome form. Mathias curled into his touch, kissing his palm and feeling his warmth. Never in his life had he thought he would ever cherish anyone like this that it felt all too surreal to have him here with him in the dimly lit room, even amidst the clutter of materials scattered about. He was taken by surprise when Lukas winced in pain when he shifted his weight a little bit to keep them both from falling off the couch.

“I’m sorry.” He said with a soft voice.

“Damn right you should be, horny bastard. It hurt like hell and you didn’t even prepare me.” Mathias moved a hand to Lukas’ bottom and began massaging him. It was all he could think of at that moment. He then brought his face towards Lukas and brushed their lips together.

Ah, this feeling. Lighthearted and warm at the same time. He always loved Mathias’ kisses and Mathias loved kissing Lukas more than anything. It was the only thing that kept him sane for the longest time and he doubted anything could amount to the bliss he felt with those soft lips and the sweet sounds that he makes. Only Lukas. Lukas.

How could he continue with this?

Lukas broke their kiss and looked him in the eyes. Mathias smiled at him and pulled him into an embrace then into his lover’s ear he whispers, “I love you.” with all the conviction he could muster.

From below him Lukas shudders as he repeats the words of love to Mathias. They both fell silent for a while just hugging. Then Lukas breaks the silence, desperate for answers.

“Is there something I should know?”

Mathias stays still, silent and deciding whether this was the right time to come out and say it. But how?

Hey! I’ve been sleeping with your brother because he knows someone that can make our dreams come true! It was all physical and I love you the most!

As if he would accept that. Besides, he has other things to worry about. He glances at the shadow of Lukas thesis project which was coming out very well. It was beautiful just like him and for him to suddenly impose this notion, it would break his heart and would depress him for sure. With that, he let him go and got off the couch. Lukas simply stared at him as he searched for his clothes atop a pile of cut-outs.

“Mathias?”

Mathias put on his pants and moved to Lukas, a smile on his face, and then kissed the latter’s forehead. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to show you how much I love you, that’s all.” He then put on his shirt and shoes and completed his look, just the way he entered the room. He then sat beside Lukas, caressing his face. As he stared, Lukas noticed the pained expression Mathias had on like he was trying to look cheerful but in fact it wasn’t working.

“Why are you always like this? Hiding things from me and keeping it to yourself, what am I supposed to be, Mathias?” Lukas’ voice was cracking and he knew it, but it was something he had to say. Mathias on the other hand, was taken aback by the sudden interrogation.

“What? Lukas, you know that even without me saying it. I love you, how much more do I have to say it for you to understand?”

“Am I not allowed to know what you’re feeling? Am I not allowed to share your troubles? I am not a mere decoration, Kohler. Don’t think that you’re the only one who knows how to deal with emotions because as far as I’m concerned, you CAN’T.”

Mathias withdrew his hand and stood up then started walking to the door. “Is that really how weak you see me, Lukas?”

Lukas found the strength in his legs and trailed after him, ignoring the pain in his underside. “You know I don’t mean it that way.”

“You’re right. You’ve always been like that. You knew what to do and how to work with situations that were even against you. But what do I do? I laugh it off and think it’ll all blow away in the end.”

“That’s not what I mean!”

“I get it, Lukas.” Mathias turned away from him and strode out the door. Lukas could do nothing but look at him from where he stood.

This is a disaster.

“I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up for me.”

“Mathias, please.” And with that Mathias strode out the door, leaving Lukas in the middle of all his work naked and bare, emotions running high and tears streaming down his cheeks.

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Mathias strode into the hallway, his heart pumping wildly into his chest. He had no right to be mad at Lukas when it was he was at fault. Moreover, he had put off something so important that he knew Lukas needed to know. He knew it was something he couldn’t continue hiding and that was the perfect moment. But…

I could destroy him. That’s the last thing this relationship needs. Another broken soul.

The hallway was empty and more or less silent except for the muffled voices coming from lecture rooms and a few students passing by from time to time. Outside was also in the same state. The sun was high so for sure students are either in class, in their dorms, eating out or simply lazing around. It was always around this time that school was devoid of people. But nothing could be emptier now than the void in the lone blond Dane walking along the cobblestone walkway of his college.

it's herreeeeeeee! My next update for my Gimmick Game Fic. Just a heads up guys, I might have gone a little bit overboard with the scenes and all so I think you must fancy a tissue box? You guys know the drill! comment and kudos! <3

Again you’re off in a different world, where only you are satisfied,
So why do you say you love me and pretend not to know?
Today your, ‘I love you’ is rotten again
Because---(I can’t love anyone but you)
There at your nape, look, I can see your lie.


Mathias returned after a couple of minutes. Lukas had finished bathing and was on the couch, typing away at his PC, notes and leaflets strewn around him. Mathias came over and gave him a little peck on the cheek. Lukas’ hands ceased all action and faced the smiling Dane.

“Thesis? I’ll make you some coffee.”
“Ah, yeah thanks.”
“Sit tight, babe.” Mathias gave him another kiss then moved to the kitchen while the Norwegian’s eyes followed him work his way around the area of pots and pans. Lukas rarely saw Mathias in the kitchen. But on some special occasions, when he did, Lukas would admire his slender fingers as he flipped pans and spatula and whip up an amazing dinner. Of course, the main dish would always be served in bed, but food made by Mathias was always a welcome luxury.

He closed his notebooks and then walked towards the Dane who was busy making finger food. He walked up behind him and put his arms around his waist. Mathias’ hands ceased all movements and turned to the blushing Norwegian. He gave a small smile before taking him into his arms then giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“What’s with the sudden attack, babe? Though I must admit, it is quite the turn-on” he whispered. Lukas said nothing in return and instead clasped him tighter. It hadn’t been a while since they last made love, but it seemed like his back got wider and leaner. Being a soccer player, Mathias had trained his body day and night in order to get the necessary body build for the sport. Mathias chuckled. “I’ll join you in a bit, after I’m done here.” He said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Leave me alone. I’m taking a break so let me watch you while you work.”
“Well, I can’t work with a sexy Norwegian holding onto me for dear life, so how about he stands beside me instead so he can get a first class view of his equally sexy Danish lover instead?”

Now it was Lukas who let out a chuckle. “Heh. Sexy is right.” he grinned. He stood on his tiptoes and gave Mathias a quick kiss on the neck, leaving a red mark on a visible part of his neck.

Like chains snapping suddenly, Mathias swerved, taking the Norwegian by the waist then forcefully locking their lips together. Surprised, Lukas squirmed from the attack but then slowly melted into the kiss. With ease, Mathias switched their positions, laying Lukas flat on the counter and continued kissing him, occasionally letting go for breath, his hands working their way under the Norwegian’s slender body and caressing his pale skin. Lukas felt his cold hands moving under his shirt, his fingers encircling, teasing his perk nipples. He arched upward longing for more contact, internally cursing at the layers of cloth that came between them. They let go completely, gasping for breath. Lukas clung onto Mathias’ shoulder while the latter moved down to take off his pants and underwear, Lukas aiding him to hasten the process. The sound of the belt coming off and the rustling of cloth made them both more conscious as well as wanting more for the other. The Norwegian waited in anticipation, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Then he felt the warm sloppy sensation of the Dane’s mouth engulfing his member.

Lukas moaned, begging Mathias to slow down as he grasped the Dane by his spiky blond hair. Mathias disregarded the Norwegian’s plea and instead hastened his speed. Lukas gasped, removing his hands from his lovers and bringing them to his mouth in order to stifle the dirty sounds he was making. “You seduced me first, Lukas. I would be a madman to resist you.”

Lukas was putty in Mathias’ hands. Just down there and he was already feeling so much. As always, the Dane knew what made him feel good, it was infuriating to know that all his efforts to hide the obvious pleasure from the Dane’s tongue would be futile. All he could do now was let himself drown in the ministrations and let himself reach climax while Mathias explored every inch and corner of his body, leaving not a single space untouched, permanently etching his touch so that Mathias is the only thing he’d ever feel.

Just when he thought he had full control of his climax, Mathias hovered his tongue over Lukas’ hole, tracing its shape then slowly inserted a finger, followed by his tongue. Lukas gasped at the invasion and the broken control. He could feel himself coming, try as he might to control it any longer.

“Mathias...I don’t want it here...ahh...on the counter...” he said between gasps. “...bed...please...”
“Are you close, babe?”
“N-no way...”
“You’re not so honest, are you?” Mathias gave a small flick at the tip of Lukas’ member. That was all it took to break the bonds of Lukas’ control as his vision blurred followed by the familiar warmth of semen spreading on his belly and on his face, a few amounts spilling onto the gray counter. Lukas shuddered from the release. Mathias locked lips with his lover, licking from his lips the taste of Lukas and savoring the bitter taste. “Your body certainly knows its pleasure, doesn’t it Lukas?”

“Idiot. Look at the mess you made.” he pulled a tissue from the box Mathias placed beside him and wiped off the patches from the surface. Mathias gave him a small peck on the forehead, slightly grinning.

“Isn’t that fine? The kitchen smells of you. I like it.”

Lukas then grabbed him by the collar and once again crashed his lips onto the Dane’s, locking them into another heated kiss. “Idiot Dane. Now I’m turned on. Hurry up and bring me to bed already.”

Mathias looked at him lovingly, lust growing steadily in his eyes as he lifted Lukas into his arms. “I will show no mercy. We were rudely interrupted a while ago but I’m doing my best keeping myself in check.”

“Don’t do that, please.” Lukas sat up and wound his arms around arms around Mathias and putting their foreheads close together. “Wreck me. Mark me. Do whatever you want. I belong to you.”

Mathias crashed lips with Lukas and walked briskly towards their room, the smaller one cradled in his arms princess style. Lukas felt nice to the touch. Warm like any human being but as fragile as any porcelain glass. Mathias wanted to very much turn him into a mess, make it that Lukas never let anyone touch him again. Lock him away so that his beauty was all for his to keep, to behold. But he could not do that. Not when he loves him this much.

He skillfully opened the door then threw Lukas onto the bed and ripped off the only piece of clothing that stood between him and his lover’s pale chest. He roamed his tongue on his bottom lip then proceeded to leaving marks Lukas’ neck, to which the other lustfully responded with gasps and moans. Lukas kept himself busy with the buttons on Mathias’ shirt, desperate for the extra contact. He shuddered as he felt Mathias’ hands roam his chest, making him let go of the buttons and completely ripping of the Dane’s shirt.

“A bit aggressive aren’t we?” Mathias growled.
Lukas could only nod silently, cheeks burning red under Mathias’ steely gaze.

Mathias removed his hands from the Norwegian’s side and fumbled with his pants to reveal a very much erect member.

“Now just relax, babe. I promise it will feel good in a while, so hang onto me.”
Even when I tell him to be rough, he’s still so gentle.

Is he like this too with Emil?

Like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky, Mathias entered him, filling him up slowly, then hastening his pace. Lukas wound his arms Mathias’ neck while the other held him by his waist, desperate to go deeper and hit him at the spots he knew was best.

That’s it, Mathias. Harder. Faster. Deeper. More than anyone, mark me with your scent. And then, as I overwrite my brother’s scent, remember.

Remember whom you belong to.

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Lukas was stirred by the warm touch of the morning sun and the soft breeze that entered the small opening by the windows. He moved on his other side to avoid the ray of light reflecting in his eyes, bumping into a figure beside him. He was greeted by a naked Dane snoring soundly his head buried face down in his pillow, a trail of saliva pooling just beneath the edge of his lips. Lukas moved slowly so as not to wake Mathias, letting the smooth blanket slip down and revealing his pale and naked torso.

Last night had just been perfect, as was any other night when the Dane held him so strongly yet so gently in his arms. He reached out for his phone lying atop the nightstand, wincing at the stinging at his bottom and checked the time. It read Tuesday 6:00 am but his first majors class would not start till late this afternoon. Mathias on the other hand only had three hours left until he had to go. He swiftly got up and moved to the other side to gather up his clothes. He remained by the Dane’s bedside while putting on his clothes when he noticed a bright red mark on his nape. He tried to recall if he had left that mark over there from last night but failed. And Mathias was a little overpowering last night that all he could leave was that one lousy kiss mark from when they were down in the kitchen.

There was only one other possible person close enough to have been able to give him that mark. And Lukas did not like it.

Suddenly, he felt a violent churning in his stomach. He rushed to the bathroom, releasing everything he had eaten from yesterday down to the last drop of water into the urinal. He felt sick, disgusted and downright violated. It was not the first time he had seen such a thing. They both left marks on each other where it was visible for everyone to see, but perhaps because it was a mark he had not made, but it was Emil’s, his own brother’s, that it made him sick. It was a special mark he thought only he could have the right to leave, but Emil had taken part of that special privilege.

When the thought struck him, he felt the violent churning again.
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Eggs and sausages sizzled in the pan and the coffee maker buzzed turning the kitchen into an orchestra of the early mornings. Lukas was still half naked with only his pants to cover him allowing his chest to feel the morning breeze. He was so engrossed with his cooking as well as his own thoughts that he didn’t sense Mathias’ presence creep up to him and then kissing him. He nearly dropped the spatula and called for help when he turned around to see his lover also half naked with only his boxer shorts on, grinning like an idiot as he wrapped his arms around the Norwegian’s thin waist feeling him up.

“Good morning, babe. Don’t you smell good?” He kissed him one again on the cheek and once on Lukas’ nape.

He wanted to say something sweet in return, but held back when he remembered the kiss mark on his nape. He looked away and returned to his chore not making a sound and praying that the sizzle of the pan was enough to douse the awkward atmosphere floating about him. “Don’t be stupid. That’s the smell of oil, idiot Dane.” He said, managing the quiver in his voice.

Mathias was surprised at the sudden cold shoulder and wondered what he could have done so early in the morning. Before he could even ask, the doorbell rang cutting the silence between them. Mathias reluctantly let him go.

“I’ll get it.”
“…thanks.”

Mathias grabbed his shirt then moved towards the door and opening it to welcome a good friend of theirs from college, the Finnish Tino and his Swedish lover Berwald,

They paid their greetings and Mathias let them in.

“Lukas! We’ve come to visit.”
“Tino, Berwald. Good morning. I was just fixing up breakfast. Care to join us?” Lukas walked in with an apron tied around his waist, his upper part of the body now clothed in a gray house shirt that belonged to Mathias. In his hands, he held two plates of newly cooked breakfast, steam rising from them.

“It’s fine Lukas. We won’t be long anyway. Here are the materials I promised you!” Tino handed him a white paper bag which Lukas gratefully took as they continued talking. Mathias stared at the exchange, mostly because Lukas now seemed to have a different demeanor compared to the one he had three seconds ago. A spark of jealousy rose in him but he repressed it while reminding himself that Tino was only a friend and Lukas would never cheat on him. Not with Tino and not with anybody.

Even if he was.

“-th’as. M’th’as!”

He quickly snapped out of his reverie to the deep baritone sound of Swedish English. He turned to the taller, blond Berwald whose glasses gleamed sharply with the rays of the sun. He was wearing a white woolen sweater over a blue shirt, with the cuffs and collar sticking out. His pants were khaki in color that wrapped around his legs just right. Even in plain daylight, those blue eyes seemed as menacing as ever adding to his ever emotionless face. Mathias knew the kindred spirit in the man, other than the connection of having male lovers of course.

“I’m sorry, what?”
“Y’r m’nd ‘s fly’ng. I ‘sked ‘f you’d come with ‘s t’ uni.”
“Is it? I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Lukas was a little too irresistible last night.” He chuckles as he recalled last night’s Lukas begging him to enter and letting out moans of pleasure like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But it hadn’t even been 24 hours and he had ticked the Norwegian off again.

Berwald opened his mouth to say something but clasped them shut when Tino grabbed his arm. He shook his head in defeat instead.

“I‘ll g’ ‘nd get th’ c’r.”
“Thanks Ber.”
“I’ll see you guys out.”
Berwald left ahead while Tino went back to the kitchen to get their things and chat with Lukas for a bit while Mathias ran upstairs to retrieve the keys at the top of the drawer beside their bed. He then escorted Tino out their condominium apartment.

No one roamed the carpeted hallway except for the cleaning people in charge for that day. He led him through the lines of doors to the elevator until the basement parking. In the elevator, Tino was unusually quiet and the only sound between them was the silly elevator music. Mathias decided to ask but thought otherwise reasoning that maybe his thesis was just getting to him again. He had one question he was quite eager to ask, though.

“Say, Tino. Where were you last night?”
Tino flinched, the question catching him by surprise. “Why”
“Nothing, just thought you look this tired so early in the morning.”
“O-oh. I was out last night.”
“…alone?”

The elevator sounded and the doors swung open to the concrete basement parking. A blue Porsche was parked just few steps away from the elevator with Berwald at the wheel. The two of them stepped out of the elevator and walked to the car, Mathias opening the door for Tino. The stared at Mathias for a while as if deciding whether or not he should answer his question. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

“Yeah I was alone…”
Mathias’ heartbeat hastened, as he felt a heavy burden drop on his shoulders nearly making him miss the Finnish’s next words.

“…with Lukas.”
“W-What?”
“I was alone with Lukas in the library last night. He called me and asked if I could help him out with his thesis. I was here to bring some reports he had left with me. Is there something wrong, Mathias?”
“O-Oh. Okay. I see. Thanks.”
Tino chuckled a bit before entering the car and closing the door behind him. He rolled down the window and Mathias stooped down. “I never took you for someone so protective, Mathias.”
“This is Lukas we’re talking about. I have to be extra everything. Including protective.” Mathias replied, jokingly.

Tino gave him a small smile and Berwald tipped his head before rolling up the window then maneuvered them out of the parking and onto the streets, leaving Mathias alone with the rest of the parked cars.
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The ride was silent. The radio had been turned off and no amount of sunlight could bring back the life in Tino’s smile.
“Wife.”
“What have I done?”

“Tino, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Wh’t c’ ‘ld y’u h’ve d’ne?”

“Sure! What is it?”
“If anyone asks, tell them you were with me tonight.”
“Huh? Sure, but why?”
“Please, Tino.”

Berwald said nothing and continued driving. One hand gripped the stirring wheel, absorbing all the anger he had pent up while the other held his lover’s tightly, unsuccessfully trying to coax him into holding back the tears.
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Mathias opened the door to the apartment, expecting the Norwegian eating silently at the table with the same frown on his face. Instead, he sees Lukas all dressed and ready to go, his bags and his things on the couch waiting for him while he gulped down a bottle of milk from the kitchen fridge. It struck him as odd, especially knowing that Lukas’ class wasn’t until this afternoon. The Norwegian on the other hand spoke not a single word and continued on with his routine task. The silence was deafening.

“Babe, leaving so early? Have breakfast with me. And you put so much effort into making it.” Mathias said, trying to keep his voice cheerfully in check.

“Don’t worry, I had my fill while you escorted Tino and Ber downstairs. If I feel hungry, I’ll just grab a few bites from the canteen. I have to rush to the department and get my thesis done.” The Norwegian replied, never taking his eyes off what he was doing and never even looking the Dane in the eyes and simply walked past him, letting Mathias a whiff of the snowdrop shampoo he used on him. The taller blond willed for his hand move up to grab Lukas and take him again, make it that he couldn’t leave the room today and make a total mess of him. But it seemed like he had become unable to move.

“Jeg elsker dig, Lukas” Was all he could utter softly before the door slammed shut behind him "It can't be anyone but you."

He buried his head in his hands, fully aware that the words would never reach him now and that he had lost all rights to even utter that person’s name
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Lukas lingered at the door for a while before leaving. His heart ached. It screamed for him to burst through the door and forget all that was going on and start anew.

But he would not lose. Two could play at this game and right now, he was entering a crucial moment.

He lifted his sights to the window overlooking the campus town, cloaked by the oceanic sky.

“Jeg elsket deg, Mathias.”