Rivalry

When Fadel first met Kant, there was an instant tension between them, an unspoken friction that neither could ignore. Fadel, ever the protective figure, immediately picked up on the way Kant's eyes lingered just a bit too long on Bison. His suspicions flared, and with no patience for anyone who might threaten the bond he had with Bison, Fadel's tone turned cold and warning. "Don't even think about it," he snapped, his gaze piercing into Kant's. "Stay away from me and stay away from Bison. I won't let you get close to either of us." The words hung heavy in the air, a clear declaration of distrust that left no room for negotiation.

Kant couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at him like that—like he was a threat. Fadel's eyes, cold and unyielding, drilled into him with a level of intensity that made the air around them crackle. He didn't flinch, didn't show any sign of backing down, but internally, something stirred. Fadel was different—protective, possessive even. The way his words came out, sharp and final, made Kant's chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain. He had never been one to take kindly to being warned off. But there was a flicker of curiosity behind the irritation, a tug he couldn't deny. The more Fadel tried to push him away, the more Kant was drawn in. This wasn't going to be a simple rivalry. No, it was something else entirely, and he was already too deep to turn back.

Kant's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a half-smirk that didn't quite reach the edge of his thoughts. Fadel might've been trying to draw a line in the sand, but Kant didn't know how to stay on just one side. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way Fadel carried himself—raw, unfiltered, and full of authority. And Bison... he was just the kind of person Kant found himself drawn to without even understanding why.

Still, he couldn't let Fadel see that. Not yet. If Fadel wanted to play the protector, Kant was more than happy to play the challenger. "Is that a warning or a dare?" he asked, his voice low but steady, an edge of challenge lingering in the words.

Fadel's glare deepened, but Kant wasn't scared. In fact, he felt the pull to get closer, to prove that nothing Fadel said could hold him back. The thought of staying away from Bison felt almost laughable now. The more Fadel tried to push him out, the more Kant wanted to prove that he belonged there—whether Fadel liked it or not.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze unwavering. "You think you can keep me away?" he murmured, just close enough to make Fadel shift uncomfortably. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about this rivalry was about to change. And Kant had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before the line between hate and something else blurred completely.

Fadel's muscles tensed, his hand itching to push Kant away, but something in the air shifted—an unspoken tension that neither of them could deny. Kant wasn't backing down, and that sparked something deeper in Fadel, something beyond the usual protective instinct. The way Kant's challenge hung in the air, thick with unspoken intent, made Fadel question just how far he was willing to go to guard what he valued most. He wanted to push Kant away, to remind him that Bison and his world were off-limits. But instead, he found himself strangely captivated by the audacity in Kant's eyes.

"Stay away from Bison," Fadel repeated, his voice colder now, though there was a flicker of something else beneath the surface. It wasn't fear—it was uncertainty, a crack in his usual armor. Kant wasn't just a threat; he was a puzzle. And the more Fadel tried to shut him out, the more he realized just how much he didn't want to.

Kant took another step closer, his presence almost overwhelming now, and Fadel had to fight the urge to step back. There was no turning back from this, Fadel knew, not with Kant. "You're playing a dangerous game," Fadel said, his warning more to himself than to Kant. But even as the words left his mouth, he knew the game had already begun. And there was no telling where it would end.

Author's Take:

From the outside, it seemed like an inevitable collision—two men locked in a silent struggle for dominance, each guarding something precious to them. Fadel, with his fierce loyalty and protective nature, saw Kant as nothing more than an intruder. Kant, on the other hand, was drawn to the challenge, unable to resist pushing Fadel to the edge, testing the boundaries with every word. But beneath the surface, a deeper connection was brewing, one neither of them could fully comprehend yet. The more they clashed, the more they unraveled the walls they'd built around themselves. It wasn't just a rivalry anymore. It was the beginning of something far more complicated—something that would blur the lines between love and hate in ways neither of them had ever imagined. And as the tension hung thick in the air, it became clear: neither of them could walk away unscathed.

sukhinoudayan & HoneyyKlouds  Hope you will enjoy my take on this for you! Hang on for the wild testy ride coming up!