He came back to Destroy my world

Chapter 5

Noah's Pov

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Violent tremors ran through my fingers as I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, knuckles white, nails digging into the flawless marble. The shaking wouldn’t listen. It traveled up my arms, into my chest, squeezing my ribs until every breath felt stolen.

Stop. stop.

But all I could see when I closed my eyes was her.

Seraphina Voss.

The way she had looked down at me with those sharp emerald eyes, cold and glittering like jewels. The slow, sensual tilt of her head. The way her lips curved into that cruel, perfect smile while she destroyed me in front of the entire school.

“Noah.”

Marcus’s voice cut through the storm in my head.

His hands landed firmly on my shoulders, trying to ground me. “Hey. Look at me.”

I couldn’t. My gaze stayed locked on the sink, heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“Are you okay?”

Okay? I had been seconds away from licking her boot like a pathetic animal while the whole cafeteria watched. I had cried — actual, burning tears — right there on my knees.

And the worst part?

Even now, with humiliation still scorching my skin, I couldn’t stop thinking about her voice.

That low, velvet whisper against my ear. The way her breath had brushed my skin. The intoxicating scent of her perfume mixed with the sharp smell of marinara sauce.

“Why did you do that?” I snapped, my voice raw and ugly as I shoved Marcus’s hands off me and stumbled back against the tiled wall.

Marcus blinked. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have stepped in,” I hissed, chest heaving. “She was about to let me do it. One disgusting moment and it would’ve been over. But now she’s pissed — because of you.”

Marcus’s face darkened. “Are you hearing yourself? You were about to lick her shoe in front of everyone. How is that not worse?”

“You embarrassed me!” The words exploded out of me, echoing off the pristine tiles. “You made me look weak. Like I needed saving. Like I couldn’t even handle my own humiliation—”

“You did need saving!” Marcus shot back. “What was I supposed to do? Watch her break you for fun?”

“I don’t know!” My voice cracked. “Maybe I would’ve done it! At least then it might’ve ended quick. But now… now she’s never going to forget me.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than before.

Marcus stared at me, frustration and concern warring on his face. “Noah… she was never going to let this go. You spilled all over Seraphina Voss. People like her don’t forgive. They remember.”

I let out a bitter laugh that tasted like acid.

“Then what was the point?” I muttered, sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor. “You just made her angrier. Made it worse.”

Marcus crouched in front of me, jaw tight. “The point is you don’t kneel and degrade yourself for someone like her. Ever. I don’t care what she threatens — you don’t hand over your dignity like that.”

Dignity.

The word felt laughable.

Because right now, all I could think about was the way Seraphina had crouched close to me. How her lips had hovered near my ear, her voice dropping into something dangerously intimate, almost seductive.

“This isn’t mercy, worm…”

Even terrified, even humiliated, the memory sent a dark shiver down my spine. Not just fear. Something hotter. Something sickeningly addictive.

Her beauty wasn’t soft — it was lethal. The kind of beauty that made you want to bleed for it.

Marcus exhaled sharply. “You need to stay the hell away from her now. Especially with Roman breathing down your neck.”

Roman.

I barely registered the warning. My mind kept drifting back to her.

The graceful sway of her hips as she walked away. The way her emerald eyes had pinned me in place like a butterfly on a board. The soft, poisonous purr of her voice when she threatened to ruin me completely.

“I will break you so beautifully…”

God, I hated how those words echoed in my head. Hated how they made my stomach twist — not just with dread, but with something darker. Something that felt dangerously close to longing.

“Don’t worry,” I muttered, forcing the thoughts down. “I’ll stay away.”

Marcus studied me for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, but eventually nodded. “Good. I’ve got a spare uniform in my car. Stay here.”

He left. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with the silence and my traitorous mind.

I finally dragged myself up and faced the mirror.

Pathetic.

Crooked glasses with a cracked lens. Eyes red and swollen. Uniform ruined with dirt, sauce, and shame.

Yet even now, staring at my broken reflection, I kept seeing flashes of her — that ice-cold, seductive smile. The way she commanded the entire room without raising her voice. The terrifying elegance in every movement.

She was poison.

And some insane part of me already wanted another taste.

When Marcus returned with the clean uniform, I changed in silence, peeling off the filthy clothes like they were burning me.

In AP Biology, I slumped into the back row, head down, trying to vanish. Marcus lingered by the door.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Fine,” I lied.

He left.

Alone now, I stared at the desk, hands still trembling under it.

Seraphina’s whisper refused to leave me alone.

That soft, velvet voice… the way she had said my name like it already belonged to her.

“Next time, I won’t stop at your tongue on my boots. I will break you so beautifully…”

I squeezed my eyes shut, breath shaky.

I should’ve been terrified.

I was terrified.

But beneath the fear, something far more dangerous was taking root.

A dark, obsessive pull toward the very girl who wanted to destroy me.

And the scariest part?

I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight it.