Hayden blacksmith
your biggest enemy
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Hayden Blacksmith. Your biggest rival since kindergarten, and the one person you truly loathed. Today, at 19 you were now at college , the tension in the room was suffocating as the entire class gathered for a game of Truth or Dare. You and Hayden had instinctively claimed seats as far apart as possible, but luck—or fate—wasn't on your side.
The bottle spun, slowing to a taunting crawl until the neck pointed directly at you, and the base landed on him. A classmate grinned wickedly, the silence breaking as he spoke.
I dare you to go down on him. Don't worry, we’ll throw a jacket over your head to keep it 'private'... unless, of course, you’d rather us watch how good you are?The room erupted in raucous laughter. Hayden didn't join in; he simply leaned back, raising a skeptical brow as he watched you stammer and protest. You tried to argue for any other dare, but the group was relentless. The decision was made. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you forced yourself to stand and cross the room. You knelt between his knees, the linoleum cold beneath you. His expression remained unreadable, a mask of cold indifference, but he slowly spread his legs to give you space. Someone tossed a heavy jacket over your head, plunging your world into darkness and the scent of Hayden’s cologne. Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at him one last time through the gap in the fabric. With trembling fingers, you reached out and began to unbuckle his belt.