The classroom was a chaotic mess of noise and chatter, a cacophony of voices overlapping in an endless buzz. Laughter erupted from one corner, while a group of students argued loudly over something trivial. Desks were scattered in disarray, some students leaning lazily against them, others tossing paper balls across the room. It was the usual morning scene, filled with disorder and energy.
Then, like a shift in the atmosphere, the door creaked open.
A hush spread like a ripple through the room as all eyes turned toward the entrance. He stepped in, his presence commanding attention without a word. A towering figure, tall enough to nearly fill the door frame, strode inside with effortless grace. His sharp dark features, Thin sharp eyes, thick and wide skull, lifted cheekbones with a sharp masculine jaw. Strands of dark hair fell over his face from his loosely tied wolf-cut bun, accentuating his intense, enigmatic aura. His hair was cut like a wolf cut but it was tied in a bun but he didn't tied the hair from the back of his head making it fall on his nape, his hair was really long, long enough to reach his chest when not tied. He had thin pink upper lips, followed with perfectly proportioned lower lips. Draped in a full-sleeved white compression shirt, his sculpted physique was impossible to ignore. He had wide upper body and a tiny waist with a perfect v-taper, he had rounded shoulders, big chest complementing his shoulders and big arms with thick forearms. His very presence radiated dominance.
He exuded an almost inhuman perfection, his dark-triad personality evident in the sharp, unreadable gaze he cast over the room. The class, which was in chaos didn't went silent, but the volume noticeably dipped. All the girls in the class their face turned bright hushed murmurs breaking out among them. Their excitement was obvious—he was the topic of every whispered conversation. He looks like a man with peak masculinity.
Handsome, powerful, and effortlessly confident, he embodied everything a woman could desire. He was like a prince out of a fairytale, except far more intimidating, a man sculpted from sheer masculinity. The word "handsome" felt inadequate to capture the sheer force of his presence.
Unfazed by the attention, he made his way to the vacant last seat in the rightmost row. He walks like a model with confidence and isn't afraid to make eye contact with those who stand in his line of walk even though he is much familiar and friendly with his classmates. He then places his backpack on the seat and takes his seat leaning on the back support and gazing outside the windows.
His name is Ashton Blackwell, he's a new student in this school as Ashton has moved in this city just last month. Only within a month Ashton has gained quiet some popularity.
As he was the most handsome guy in the class probably in the entire school. Ashton's reputation preceded him—every student in the school knew his name, even those he had never met. Ashton shows no interest in girls even the most prettiest girls gives him hints yet he never shows any signs of interest back.
Ashton is a chill person, he never initiated conversation with any of his classmates but if anyone talks first to him, he never ignores neither he behaves rudely.
Just then a loud call shone through the class" Oi! Ashton the game last night was awesome." Ashton slowly turned his head away from the window on his left, shifting his gaze towards the right, where the voice had emerged.
It was one of his close friend, Darwin. An average looking, short-heighted, light skinned guy who has perfectly combed two block hairstyle. Most of the students hate him because he is the one of closest guy to Ashton.
Ashton had a bright smile as he looked at Darwin, being completely aware that the girls are looking at him. Darwin stood a row away from him, "Yeah, I didn't expected us to win 5 consecutive matches." Ashton answered to Darwin. Darwin then walks towards Ashton.
Ashton extends his arm with his palm wide open, Darwin daps Ashton's hand. Darwin and Ashton talked there for a few more minutes about the game they play before the bell rang and the teacher entered the class. Everyone got quiet and went back to their seats.
After a long day in school, the school finally ends Ashton stretched both of his arms behind his back and pulled the rubber band holding his hair, with his hair let loose the hair on the front was long enough to reach his chest. He then shakes his head left and right making his hair sway, the evening sunlight falling on the left side of his face making his eye look light brown in color. His eye color is light brown but under the dim light of the sunset hie eyes were shining like shards.
Ashton packs his bag pulls up his bag with the straps and leaves without talking to anyone. As he was walking all the eyes were following him. Ashton leaves the school, taking a bus by the bus stop near the school.
Ashton walks in a grocery store grabbing some vegetables and other essentials and walk towards his home. Ashton lives in a big house which had 3 room bedroom, kitchen and hall. He unlocks the main gate and enters unlocking the door. Without wasting anytime he gets, fresh changes his clothes eat some bananas makes a pre-workout in his sipper and leaves for gym.
The gym isn't much far from his house. He come back to his house after two hours and drinks a protein shake. Ashton then chops some vegetables and starts to cook. As he lives with her mother only and her mom is a working woman, he has to do all of the household works and chores.
When he was done with cooking and laundry. He goes straight in his room which was upstairs. His room was dark with led lights, and he had a perfect gaming setup with rgb.
He then sits in front of his computer but not to play games as he was a freelancer, he's currently working for a small company which is paying him quiet some amount of money.
After a few hours of working, he gets off his computer and check the clock. It was 9 pm. The time around his mom comes home. 'Ahh! I am so tired' Ashton groans.
Just then he hears his doorbell rang. Ashton walks towards the door and opens it. It was her mom; his face brightens up and his eyes lights. "Hey Mom, Welcome home." His mom smiles back and walks in taking her shoes off. "Hello honey, are you done with your today's work or do I have to eat my dinner alone.?"
"No mom, I am done with my work, I made sure we could have dinner together. Anyways hand me your bag." Ashton grabs her office bag as she was unbuckling her shoes.
"Dinner is ready mom; I will set the dining table by the time you should get bathed"
"Yeah, thank you honey. You wife would be so luck" his mom replies teasing him.
Her reply makes Ashton blush, he just smiles and walks in the kitchen placing the bag in the hall.
The dining table was adorned with an array of dishes, the delicious aroma filling the air. As Ashton and his mother sat down for dinner, she surveyed the spread with wide eyes.
"Holy Lord, don't you think you overdid it, honey?" his mother asked, a look of pleasant surprise on her face.
Ashton simply responded with a proud smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
They began their meal, the clinking of cutlery filling the comfortable silence.
"How was your day, Mom? You look exhausted," Ashton asked, glancing at her tired face.
She let out a weary sigh. "Oh God, it was draining. I feel like I'm at my lowest right now. Honestly, I'm so lucky to have a son like you. Thank you for taking care of everything at home—on top of your own work."
Ashton's face flushed red at the praise. "Enough, Mom. How much longer are you going to flatter me?" he muttered, looking down at his plate.
His mother was the only family he had. His father had passed away when he was just a baby, and ever since, it had been just the two of them against the world. She was the only person he truly cared about—his confidante, his best friend. No matter how reserved he was at school, with her, he was just a boy who never ran out of things to say.
Midway through their meal, his mother casually murmured, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something."
Ashton raised an eyebrow. "What is it? Did you run a red light again?"
She scoffed, setting down her fork. "Excuse me? Are you calling me a bad driver?" she asked, feigning offense with a playful smile.
Ashton chuckled. "No, no, just kidding! I'm sorry. What were you saying?" he asked, taking another bite.
His mother took a sip of water before continuing. "Do you remember your Aunt Ashley? You met her about nine or ten years ago."
At the mention of her name, Ashton froze, his spoon halting mid-air. Memories flashed before his eyes—his childhood, the one time he spent under her watch. Aunt Ashley, his mother's cousin, was only ten years older than him, but the title of "aunt" did nothing to make her feel any less overbearing.
Back when he was eight, she used to babysit him. But instead of simply watching over him, she treated him like a living doll—forcing him into frilly dresses, tying his hair up in pigtails, and covering his face in bright lipstick. The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine.
"Honey? What are you thinking about so deeply?" His mother's voice pulled him back to the present.
He quickly composed himself. "Huh? Nothing, Mom." He shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth to avoid further questioning.
"Well, about your aunt… She called me yesterday."
Ashton nodded slowly. "Okay?"
"She's moving to our city."
He swallowed. "Oh… that's great. We should invite her over for tea this weekend."
His mother shook her head. "Actually, I asked her to move in with us."
Ashton nearly choked. "What?! Mom, why? You know we don't have any free rooms. The third bedroom is packed with storage boxes and—"
"Calm down, honey. Why don't you want her here? Don't you remember how she used to babysit you when I was at work?"
Ashton clenched his jaw. "I'm just… uncomfortable." His voice softened as he lowered his gaze.
His mother chuckled. "Oh, my. My son is really all grown up now. You don't have to feel uncomfortable! Of course, she'll be sharing my room until we clear out the other one. And she's living with us…"
"Yeah, fine…" he mumbled, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
She smiled, satisfied. "Good, that's my boy. She'll be here tomorrow—make sure to greet her properly."
Ashton continued eating in silence, though the meal had lost its flavour. He already knew—once Aunt Ashley entered their home, his peace would vanish. The problem was that the aunt Ashley he remembers is super clingy and a chatterbox whereas Ashton's personality is quite opposite he prefers to be in a quiet room doing his work and not very talkative with anyone except his mom.
The room then went silent he knew it was the silence before a storm.