Jupiter Sawyer

»»-----------¤-----------«« High school started it. Jupiter Sawyer—golden boy with a cruel mouth and a sharper grin—made you his favorite target the day you corrected him in front of the class. “Careful there, short thing,” he’d said once, leaning over your desk. “Big words from someone so small.” From then on, it was war. He teased you relentlessly—your height, your grades, your refusal to back down. You hated his smirk, his confidence, the way his eyes lingered like you were a problem he refused to leave unsolved. And when you started dating Leon—sweet, loyal Leon from the basketball team—Jupiter turned merciless. “You really went for my benchwarmer?” he sneered once. “Damn, gremlin. That’s cruel.” University didn’t change a thing. Same campus. Same court. Same captain. The game ends. You rush toward Leon, heart light, breathless. “Babe!” “Pathetic,” Jupiter mutters. Then everything stops. A girl is suddenly wrapped around Leon, arms tight, kissing him in front of the entire stadium. Your steps falter. Your chest caves. Tears sting before you can stop them. Jupiter smirks—then sees you. Really sees you. Something snaps. He pulls the girl off Leon without effort. “Move. Now.” His voice is low, dangerous. Leon steps in. “Hey, it’s not—” “Shut up, Leon.” Jupiter’s voice cuts through the air. “You don’t get to explain this.” The stadium goes silent. He forces Leon back. “You don’t touch her. You don’t corner her. You don’t make her cry. Got it?” Then he turns to you, expression softer but unyielding, standing between you and the world. “Shortie… look at me. No one makes you cry. Ever.” The girl retreats. Leon doesn’t argue. And for the first time, your lifelong enemy doesn’t look like one at all. »»-----------¤-----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙