How to Survive as a BL Villain-Chapter 58: Because of me

The Vespera Hotel’s seventh-floor hallway stretched before them like a tunnel to hell—narrow, shadow-choked, lit only by flickering sconces that cast long, trembling shapes on the blood-red carpet. Every footstep echoed like a drumbeat. Every breath felt stolen.

Leonel moved like a storm barely contained shoulders tight, fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white. His jaw was set, eyes burning with a fury so deep it had gone silent. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. Cassian’s name was carved into every rigid line of his body.

Aiden walked beside him, quieter, sharper his gaze slicing through the dimness, taking in everything: the too-polished floor that reflected their distorted silhouettes like ghosts, the oppressive weight of the walls pressing in, the faint hum of the elevator shaft like a held breath. He wasn’t just walking to a room. He was walking into a trap. And he knew it.

They stopped outside Room 20.

The number glowed faintly, cold and final.

Aiden’s hand landed on Leonel’s arm just for a second. "Don’t let him provoke you," he murmured. "He wants you to lose control. That’s how he wins."

Leonel didn’t answer. Just inhaled sharply through his nose and knocked once, hard.

The door opened before the echo faded.

Lucian stood there, leaning against the frame like he’d been waiting for ages. Dressed in black, hair perfectly tousled, a glass of amber liquid in one hand. And on his lips that smirk. Smug. Possessive. Cruel.

"Why is Cassian not here?" Lucian asked, voice smooth as silk over steel. "I didn’t invite you two. I need him. Go back. Tell him to come." he walks inside of the room aiden and leonel followed.

Leonel’s entire body tensed. A muscle jumped in his jaw. "Why are you blackmailing him with that stupid picture?" he growled, voice low, dangerous. "I don’t know why Cassian’s so stressed over some image but stop. You’re crossing a line."

Lucian’s eyes gleamed. He turned around, stood and stared. Then He took a slow sip from his glass. "Oh?" He tilted his head, mocking. "You haven’t seen it, have you?" His voice dropped, velvet and venom. "What do you think it shows? A kiss? A hug?" He stepped forward, closing the space between them, until Aiden could smell the whiskey on his breath. "Maybe... me biting him?"

Aiden’s stomach dropped.

Leonel’s control snapped.

He surged forward, grabbing Lucian’s collar, slamming him back against the near wall with a crack that echoed . "You touched him?" Leonel snarled, voice raw, inches from Lucian’s face. "After everything? After he ran from our sight ?"

Aiden grabbed Leonel’s arm not to stop him, but to anchor him. "Leonel look at him," he said quietly. "He’s enjoying this."

Lucian didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He just laughed a low, chilling sound that slithered down their spines.

"Oh, you two are adorable," he purred. "I thought Cassian would’ve told you everything. But I guess he’s too ashamed."

Then, with a slow, theatrical flourish, he turned his phone toward them.

The screen lit up.

And there it was.

The image revealed Cassian their Cassian on the floor, half-curled in on himself like a wounded animal. His shirt was torn wide open, exposing his chest and the raw, angry marks marring his skin fingerprints bruised into his throat, the deep, crescent-shaped bite on his shoulder already turning purple,and his naked body, cum staining his buttocks. and scratches trailing down his ribs like silent screams.

But it was his face that shattered them.

Cassian’s eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming freely down his cheeks, mouth parted in a soundless sob. His expression wasn’t just fear it was humiliation. Pure, soul-crushing shame. As if he already knew this moment would be stolen, twisted, used against him.

Aiden’s breath left his body in a sharp, broken gasp. His knees nearly buckled.

Leonel didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

He just stared at the photo -

and something inside him snapped.

The room didn’t just fall silent it froze.

Time itself seemed to hold its breath.

Only their breathing remained: Aiden’s sharp and controlled, Leonel’s ragged and burning, Lucian’s slow, amused, victorious.

Lucian turned the phone slightly, angling the screen so the image of Cassian broken, exposed, sobbing on the cold floor was fully visible. Then, with a voice like poisoned honey, he spoke.

"Isn’t he a sight?" he murmured, almost reverent. "Crying because of me. Trembling because of me." He took a step closer, eyes gleaming with perverse pride. "That cum on his ass? All because of me. And right now... he’s probably lying in that dorm room, thinking of nothing else."

Leonel moved before the sentence ended.

A snarl tore from his throat as he lunged, fist drawn back like a hammer, aimed straight for Lucian’s smirking face. But Aiden’s hand shot out iron grip clamped around Leonel’s wristand yanked him back.

"Not. Yet." Aiden’s voice was low, razor-edged, every syllable measured. "He wants you to hit him. One punch, and he leaks ten more photos. One swing, and Cassian’s life burns."

Leonel trembled, muscles coiled like springs about to shatter. His chest heaved. His eyes burning never left Lucian.

Lucian just laughed. Soft. Smug. Dangerous.

"You see," he said, tucking the phone into his pocket like it was a sacred relic, "Cassian’s been lying to you. Hiding things. And I... I know everything." His smile widened, cruel and intimate. "I have more photos. Maybe more videos too. More proof of how he begs when no one’s watching."

Aiden stepped forward just enough to place his body between Lucian and Leonel. Not to fight. To shield. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were glacial, scanning every inch of Lucian’s body, every exit, every shadow. His mind raced Camera in the corner? Phone recording? Backup outside?

"You don’t get to hurt him again," Aiden said, voice quiet but absolute. "Not while we’re standing."

Lucian’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. "Oh, but I can when you are not there, right??" He spread his hands, mock-innocent. "He’s mine to command."

Leonel let out a sound half growl, half sob. "You think you own him? You don’t know anything about Cassian." His voice dropped, raw, trembling with fury. "He’s stronger than you’ll ever be."

For the first time, Lucian’s confidence flickered. Just a fraction. A shadow in his eyes.

But he recovered fast.

"Strength breaks," he whispered, stepping closer, voice dropping to a venomous purr. "And I know exactly how to break him. How to make him crawl back to me, crying my name like he used to.

Aiden’s jaw tightened. His fingers twitched, itching to strike, to silence that voice forever. But he held still. Think. Plan. Protect.

Because Cassian wasn’t just their friend.

He was their responsibility.

And Lucian had just declared war.

The air crackled thick with rage, dread, and the unspoken promise of violence.

Three men.

One room.

One shattered boy whose fate hung in the balance.

And Lucian?

He was already three steps ahead.

"The game," he said softly, turning toward the window, "has only just begun."

But Aiden saw the glint of another phone, half-hidden on the nightstand.

Recording.

And his blood ran cold.

Aiden’s eyes locked onto the second phone the one Lucian thought he’d hidden. It sat on the nightstand, screen dark, but the tiny red recording light blinked like a heartbeat.

He’s not just threatening to leak the photo.

He’s live-streaming this.

The realization hit Aiden like a bolt of ice water. Every word, every rage-filled tremor from Leonel, every taunt from Lucian they weren’t just for them. They were for an audience. For Cassian. For the entire campus.

Lucian followed his gaze. Saw Aiden’s pupils contract. Saw the shift in his posture from defense to damage control.

And he grinned.

"Oh?" Lucian tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Did you spot my little audience?" He strolled over to the nightstand, picked up the phone, and tapped the screen. A live viewer count flickered: 87... 92... 103... climbing fast. "People love drama," he murmured. "Especially when it’s real. Raw. Humiliating."

Leonel’s breath hitched. "You’re streaming Cassian’s pain?"

"Not just pain," Lucian corrected, scrolling through comments with a satisfied hum. "Look they’re begging for more. ’Where’s Cassian?’ ’Show us the photo !’ ’Is he really Lucian’s?’" He laughed. "Your precious Cassian is now being called claimed by Lucian, how cute."

Aiden moved before Lucian could react.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room, snatched the phone, and hurled it against the far wall. It shattered with a sharp crack, the screen spiderwebbing, as the red light died instantly.

Silence.

Oh wow, didn’t see that coming. I thought you were the quiet type, buddy. Lucian said even Leonel was also caught off guard by the sudden reaction from Aiden

Lucian just chuckled, leaning back against the bed, utterly unshaken. "Too late, boys. The seed’s planted. The story’s out. And Cassian?" He met Aiden’s eyes, voice dropping to a whisper. "He’ll never look any of them in the eye again." Just like before

Aiden snapped, "Why do you keep saying before what He has been with me since we were children! I NEVER MET YOU!"

Lucian just smirked holding in the laugh.