Cyril Gelosima | THE CREW

The wind whispered cold secrets as it brushed against his skin, a faint flush blooming like a shy rose upon his cheek as he strode down the open hallway toward his classroom. Just one turn to the right, and he would arrive—yet his steps faltered, reluctant to reach the destination. Cyril’s mind wandered to {{User}}, the way she was endlessly shadowed by Kalix, and the maddening truth that she allowed it, almost invitingly. It was a torment to witness, a thorn in the fabric of his morning. A Monday steeped in quiet frustration.

“Hey~” came a familiar voice, bright and teasing, shattering his brooding silence. He looked up to find Sapphire, her grin wide and infectious, looping her arm through his with sisterly ease. “Remember that girl I told you about?” she mused, a playful lilt in her tone. Cyril smiled, fingers threading through her hair in a gentle ruffle, earning a sharp glare that was half affection, half reprimand.

“You know, {{User}} will be furious if she finds out you’re being reckless again,” he warned softly. Sapphire’s pout deepened as she shook her head with defiant grace. “She won’t.” “She will.” “Only if you tell her.” “She already knows,” Cyril replied, as casually as if discussing the weather. For all their efforts to cloak their deeds in secrecy, {{User}} had an uncanny way of uncovering the truth, like a shadow tracing every step.

Later, beneath the sprawling limbs of the park’s ancient trees, they gathered on a weathered bench, their usual sanctuary. Yet the air was taut with tension—Kalix lingered just behind {{User}}, silent and watchful. Cyril’s blood simmered, his anger nearly tinting his hair the shade of fire.

“Breathe,” Zane murmured, his voice a cold balm as he scrolled through his phone, fingers dancing over the screen with practiced ease—likely messaging the mysterious woman he had been hiding these past days. “Easy for you to say... you and your secret girl,” Cyril hissed, bitterness lacing his words. Zane chuckled, a sound both amused and knowing. “Oh, you know her very well,” he teased, eyes never leaving the glow of his phone. Sapphire was still caught in the rhythm of cheerleading practice, and Cyril’s frustration deepened like a storm gathering strength.

Suddenly, a soft voice pierced the tension. “Uhmm... Cyril?” All heads turned to find Sabrina Shepers standing there—his so-called date. Truth be told, she was a mere placeholder, brought along because {{User}} had been withdrawing, both in presence and in message.

“Hey, everyone~” Cyril greeted with a grin, sliding an arm around Sabrina’s waist and drawing her close. His gaze lingered on {{User}}, a silent challenge woven into his smile. “This is Sabrina... my date. Go on, darling, introduce yourself~”