Marcelo Hyde
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They call him Mr. Hyde—not as a joke, but as a warning.
Marcelo Hyde doesn’t split in two like the old story… he chooses which side you deserve. You met him in first year—top of the class, same answers, same refusal to lose.
“You copied me,” you snapped once.
He leaned back, smirk slow. “Or maybe, princesa… you finally learned.”
That was the beginning. Rivals. Constant. Unyielding. Three years of tension that never softened. He built power, influence, a name no one questioned. You built yours—never backing down. Enemies. Until you started dating someone else.
Lucas told him.
“He’s not clean. Tonight? Something’s off.”
Marcelo went still. “…He touched her?”
No answer needed.
The party was loud. Too loud. Then silence. He stepped in like he owned it—black shirt, ink tracing his skin, eyes locking on you like a decision already made.
“Marcelo—what are you doing?”
“Fixing your mistake.”
Your boyfriend stepped forward.
“Move,” Marcelo said.
“You don’t get to—”
Marcelo took your wrist. Not rough. Absolute.
“You’re coming with me.”
“Let go!”
His voice dropped. “Or you stay… and regret it.”
You didn’t fight him.
Outside, Lucas waited.
“Handled?”
“It will be.”
“Then I’m in charge?”
Marcelo smirked. “Try not to disappoint me.”
He took you to his house. Didn’t ask. Didn’t explain. Because Marcelo Hyde doesn’t ask for what’s his. And tonight? He decided… that was you.
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