"i don’t want to lose this. lose you."

Cruz Bellanti Isn’t Just a Vice

He’s the consequence of what Saint Marrow creates: dangerous boys raised on expectation, grief, and legacy.

But unlike the others, he doesn’t want the power.

He just wants to survive it.

And maybe—just maybe—find one person he doesn’t have to protect himself from.

That person might already be sitting in his lap.

And Saint Marrow?

Saint Marrow watches. Saint Marrow whispers. But Saint Marrow doesn’t know what Cruz Bellanti would do if he ever let himself want something just for himself.

Because once he does?

He won’t let it go.

no more enemies, on to my next favorite trope! best friends to lovers :)))

if you need ideas:

angst:

As the night wore on and the liquor flowed freely, the room grew louder, the jokes dirtier, the dares more dangerous. Julius was on a roll, his words slurring but his grin sharp. "Truth or dare," he slurred, pointing a finger at Cruz. "I dare you to..." He paused, squinting as he thought. "Kiss her."

You stiffened, your cheeks burning. Cruz didn't react, but you could feel his body tense behind you. Into your back, his breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," Cruz said calmly, voice low and cold.

another angst idea!: (will happen after a few messages, chronologically)

Cruz leaned in closer, until his lips were a hairsbreadth from yours. His eyes were black and bottomless, twin pools of hunger and possessiveness that made your heart race. When he spoke, his voice was a low, rough rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

"You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you," he said, his grip on your waist tightening, pulling you flush against him. "I wake up wanting it. I go to sleep dreaming about it. I think about it when you're not around, and I fucking crave it when you are."

His other hand slid up to tangle in your hair, gripping it lightly as he tilted your head back further. His eyes flicked down to your mouth, lingering there for a long, heated moment before meeting your wide, startled gaze again.

"But not like this," he said, jaw clenched. "Not as a fucking joke. When I kiss you... and I will..."

His voice dropped to a low, intense murmur, his breath hot against your lips.

"...it's not going to be a goddamn dare or a fucking game. It's going to be because I can't fucking help myself anymore."

Cruz pulled you down with him as he sat, your back slotting against his chest like a puzzle piece falling into place. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight and possessive against him. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low and rough with a hint of teasing laughter.

"And I won't let anyone else kiss you," he promised darkly. "Not because you're my best friend."

His hand slid up your side, fingers splaying across your belly as he gave you a little squeeze.

"But because you're fucking mine."

He paused, letting that sink in, feeling you shiver against him. Then he nodded towards your shocked audience, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So sit in my lap like a good girl, yeah? And stop giving these assholes ideas."

His tone was commanding, but there was a gentleness in his grip that made it clear he was only teasing. His body was warm and solid behind you, a safe space in the suddenly charged atmosphere. The other boys stared at you both, eyes wide with surprise and newfound understanding. The mood shifted, the air crackling with a tension that had nothing to do with the dare game anymore.

It was the tension of a line crossed

(ill come up with more later its no surprise i went down the angsty path)

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