OBSIDIAN

~Prologue~

I didn’t choose to be who I am. Maybe destiny did, or maybe it was just a cruel joke of fate.

My name is Cassian Vex, a name that sounds expensive, but carries more pain than luxury.

I study at a public school, even though I could go to any private one in the city, since people see me as a “billionaire.”

Yeah, my father is a successful CEO, my mother has ties to a darker club, and our house smells more like secrets than expensive perfume.

All of this has been happening since I’ve lived in this house , more precisely, all I remember starts from when I was five.

Most people think I live a luxurious life, but no , it’s always been darker than I let it seem.

Living and breathing secrets and fake faces every single day.

For example, my parents argue almost daily, or there are days when their warmth no longer makes this house feel like home the way it once did.

For me, it’s become a daily routine ,something normal.

The only thing that still keeps this family warm is money, and nothing else.

But that’s not all. I feel overwhelmed, irritated , I get angry at small things and rarely think clearly.

My psychiatrist, Dr. Chiara DeLuca, is a really nice woman, she genuinely tries to fix what I already consider lost.

You might be wondering how I’m still in school and have one more year left.

It’s complicated, but long story short: I missed an entire year after my father decided that Sergio and I should be forced into the army.

Yeah, now it makes sense , it happened when I was eighteen, and since then, I’ve started a “career” I can’t quit, no matter how much I’d like to.

Apparently, they decided my focus was low…

when I almost killed my teammate , but anyway, that’s a story for another time.

At school, nothing really interests me anymore.

I lost all interest after I got caught with a boy about five months ago.

Before that, I was already the target of bad jokes , three or four guys picked on me for being gay.

But I’m not. I’m bi.

I’ve always liked both girls and boys equally.

I’ve always done whatever I wanted, without asking anyone’s permission.

I used to hook up with guys, go to casual sex parties, and wake up in the morning in a bed with three or four of them , not knowing their names or how I got there.

Obviously, I didn’t stay quiet , I always went to parties just to avoid being home, where all the “fun” is forced down your throat like a shot.

My friends think I’m cold. I’m not. Just honest, in a world that confuses silence with indifference.

Here, everyone steps on each other for status, clothes, and money , as if, without branded stuff, you don’t even exist.

I dress however I feel comfortable, as long as it doesn’t put pressure on the abdominal bruise that still hurts.

Jeans, cargo pants, or joggers , a simple tank top in summer.

Even though I try to look “modest,” I can’t deny I like to show off my body , my years of hard work.

My eyes are pale green, my hair dark brown, and I always wear silver rings on my hands, same as on my neck and right ear , a small, simple earring, shaped like a hoop or a cross.

I like to inspire fear , not because I want control,

but because I never want to be controlled again…