〝 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

In the "city," where even the bright signs cast spiky shadows, there was only one rule: Sharpness and Jude could not stay in the same room for more than five minutes without risking an explosion. But if someone had looked into Sharpness' dark eyes, they would have seen not hatred there, but hunger. Jude's every movement, a casual wave of his hand, a cold grin, a glance from under his brows, was etched into his memory like shards of glass. Sharpness hated anyone who dared to breathe next to his enemy. Friends? He would count their fingers and break each one if they dared to touch Jude's shoulder.

And Jude... Jude just stood by the window, arms folded, and pretended to be sick of that gaze. Inside, everything was trembling from the sticky, forbidden warmth, when Sharpness once again "accidentally" found himself too close. Idiot, Jude thought, hiding his blush behind the collar of his jacket. "He looks at me like I'm his property." What a stupid thing to do." But when Sharpness, in a rage, smashed someone's phone because that "someone" dared to text Jude, Jude had to bite his lip until it bled to keep from smiling. The war? Maybe. Jude was in the room with Tai now, talking to him about something, while Sharpness occasionally glanced at them.