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After the tragic events surrounding Wednesday Addams the previous year, Xavier thought he would finally have his chance. With Tyler Galpin out of the picture, he could get closer to Wednesday without any impediments, but fate had a bitter surprise in store for him.
He believed that by giving her a phone, they could stay in touch over the summer. He imagined long conversations, dark and sardonic exchanges, and, upon returning to Nevermore, inviting her out. None of that happened. Xavier sent her messages every day, hoping for a response that never came. The messages remained unread, not even opened. Sometimes he thought maybe she didn't use the phone, until he discovered, with a pang of pain, that Wednesday did use it to make calls and video calls with Enid and Eugene. It was like a stab in the stomach.
The worst came with the start of the new school year. On the first day, he learned that Tyler Galpin had been released from his psychiatric treatment, fully funded by the Addams family. Not only that, but Tyler had been enrolled at Nevermore, also thanks to Wednesday's family. The most devastating news was discovering that Tyler had spent the summer at the Addams mansion, specifically in Wednesday's room. Tyler's smug smile told him everything he needed to know.
Xavier watched with growing frustration how Tyler and Wednesday acted as if nothing had happened between them. He saw her allowing Tyler to get close, something she allowed no one else to do. Wednesday seemed to know intimate details about Tyler, like the fact that he had a tattoo in the pelvic area. Xavier preferred not to imagine how she had discovered that.
Rage and jealousy began to consume him. "Why him?" he constantly wondered. "What does Tyler have that I don't?" These questions tormented him day and night, and the answer never came, only pain and envy, corroding his soul like a slow and persistent acid.
The first time he tried to confront Wednesday was on a rainy afternoon. He found her in the woods, near the tree that used to be their secret meeting spot. He mustered up the courage and approached, his heart pounding with fury.
"Wednesday," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "why didn't you respond to any of my messages?"
She looked up, her eyes dark and inscrutable. "I had nothing to say to you," she replied coldly, as if those words didn't have the power to destroy him.
"But we talked, we were... connected," Xavier replied, trying to contain the desperation in his voice.
"Connections can be broken," she said, shrugging indifferently. "And some never really existed."
That day, Xavier realized the harsh reality: to Wednesday, he was nothing more than a fleeting shadow, a spectator in the drama of her life. Fury and despair consumed him even more.
In the days that followed, jealousy became his constant companion. He saw Tyler and Wednesday in the hallways, interacting with the same seriousness that always characterized Wednesday, but the closeness between them was evident. Every look, every gesture, was like a dagger to his heart. "How can she prefer someone like him?" he wondered again and again, his mind filling with dark and vengeful thoughts.
Every interaction between them was torment. Wednesday's cold eyes shone with a glint that Xavier had never seen when she was with him. Tyler's words, whispers in the hallways, always elicited a reaction in Wednesday, a slight nod, an almost imperceptible tilt of her head, as if understanding a secret shared only between them. The feeling of exclusion was suffocating, an invisible yoke tightening around his chest with each passing day.
Seeing them interact so closely, Xavier concluded that Tyler had bewitched Wednesday. There was no way she would allow him to be so close unless she was under some spell. He was convinced that something supernatural was at play, but he had no proof. According to his findings, Tyler would not be in his room that night, which gave him the perfect opportunity to find evidence and expose him. The idea of being the hero who would free Wednesday from Tyler's clutches filled him with a dark hope.
When classes ended and he saw Tyler and Wednesday going on a date, Xavier sneaked into Tyler's room. Xavier found it unfair that Galpin got a single room, another sign of favoritism and nepotism. He began to search meticulously, looking for something incriminating. He checked drawers, lifted the mattress, examined every corner.
Every detail of the room enraged him further. He found a silencing rune, but it wasn't forbidden to have them. Then, a box of condoms with one or two missing made him boil with rage. The idea of Tyler and Wednesday together was unbearable.
Hours passed, and he still found nothing. He decided to tidy up a bit so there would be no suspicion of his intrusion. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Tyler and Wednesday's voices approaching. With no time to escape, he hid in the empty closet, from where he could see and hear through the slats of the wooden door.
What was Wednesday doing in Tyler's room? It was forbidden, and although Wednesday used to break minor rules, she would never violate such an important norm. He knew her well, or so he thought. She wasn't like that.
From his hiding place, Xavier watched with a mix of disbelief and fury as Wednesday and Tyler kissed with unrestrained passion, their touches fiery and sensual. The scene unfolded before his eyes, intensifying his jealousy and envy.
"You're a witch, enchanting me with your beauty," murmured Tyler with an amused and mocking smile, while he removed Wednesday's oversized brown jacket, a jacket Xavier recognized as belonging to the Hyde.
"And you're a fool with foolish jokes," replied Wednesday, taking off Tyler's shirt with a small smile. "But according to Xavier's delusional theory, it's the other way around, you're the warlock who bewitched me."
"Ah, right, what an idiotic boy. You're the pretty little witch of the two," murmured Tyler with a mocking smile, before tearing off the small black dress Wednesday wore over her body, leaving her only in knee-high socks, her typical boots, and small black panties. Xavier almost drooled at the sight. She had a pronounced, firm, and enormous backside. Her breasts were round, not very large but full enough to fill and spill out of Tyler's hands, with caramel-colored nipples. Xavier felt a burning envy of Tyler at that moment.
Tyler knelt to take off his little girlfriend's boots, making her look even smaller with her short stature and slight frame compared to Tyler's tall height and muscular body. Xavier watched every movement with a mixture of fascination and resentment, his eyes fixed on the contrast between Wednesday's delicate skin and the hardness of the man who possessed her.
"You like it when I undress you like this, don't you?" Tyler murmured, his hands slowly tracing Wednesday's curves, savoring the soft touch of her skin. "You're so perfect, so mine."
"Yes, Tyler," Wednesday whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I love it."
Xavier felt each word like a sharp knife plunging into his chest. The image of Tyler dominating Wednesday, of her giving herself completely to him, filled him with a mix of jealousy and lust that nearly made him lose control.
Without taking his eyes off her, Tyler slid his fingers along the line of her panties, slowly pulling them down until they were completely off. The sight of Wednesday's exposed pussy, wet and eager, made Xavier suppress a moan. Every detail etched into his memory, a torture he couldn't avoid but neither wished to stop.
"You're so wet, little witch," Tyler murmured, sliding a finger through her wetness. "I love seeing you like this."
Wednesday arched her back, a moan escaping her lips. "Yes, Tyler, please."
"What a needy slut you are," murmured the Hyde, sitting on his bed, kissing her and grabbing her thighs, forcing her to straddle him, all to feast on her breasts.
Tyler's lips traveled across Wednesday's pale skin, leaving a trail of desire and possession. Each kiss, each caress, was like a dagger plunging deeper and deeper into Xavier's heart. The darkness in his soul grew with each passing moment, watching Tyler touch Wednesday in a way he never could.
Wednesday moaned softly, a disturbing melody to Xavier's ears, as Tyler explored every corner of her body with eager hands. "You're mine," Tyler whispered, his voice laden with lust and dominance.
"Always," Wednesday replied, her voice a whisper in the dim room, a promise that crushed any hope Xavier might have had.
From the closet, Xavier barely contained his anger. His hands trembled, and his breathing grew heavier with each passing second. The scene before him was a mix of erotica and despair, a cruel reminder of what he would never have.
The seer watched as Wednesday slowly separated from Tyler to get on her knees, her already pronounced backside becoming larger, making her round buttocks stand out. From his vantage point, Xavier could see everything clearly. The sight of Wednesday pulling down Tyler's pants and underwear made his blood boil.
The Hyde's member was a monstrous size, something that pained Xavier to admit to himself. It was so long it reached Tyler's navel and was as thick as an energy drink can. It was a giant beast and that was a blow to Xavier's ego. From where he was, he could also see Tyler's famous tattoo. It seemed like a simple line, nothing special, but Wednesday seemed fascinated by it as she licked and nibbled it sensually.
"I knew you'd love it, the moment you found out I'd tattoo your bite, you got so wet," Tyler whispered hoarsely as he released Wednesday's hair from his strong braids.
The girl gave a small lick to the head of the guy's member, then tasted it. Xavier could see Wednesday's lips stretch to allow Tyler's member to pass through and how she left a lipstick ring on the guy's penis. She licked for a few more seconds before looking into Tyler's eyes, still with his member in her mouth, as if giving him permission. With determination and experience, Tyler grabbed Wednesday's hair with a grunt and began to fuck the girl's mouth hard, who moaned with pleasure as she felt Tyler's member's head hitting her throat.
"That's it, baby. God, I love your little mouth!" the guy murmured. Xavier noticed how Wednesday brought her fingers to her center, touching herself. He tried to focus on this, but he couldn't stop watching Tyler fucking Wednesday's mouth. However, he stopped noticing when he also saw how the girl was pleasuring herself.
"Baby, you know the rules. If you want to come with my cock in your mouth, you have to do it just by sucking me, no help," Tyler scolded gently, taking Wednesday's face. The girl nodded, still with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. "Hands on your knees, where I can see them."
Xavier, trapped in his hiding place, felt a mix of morbid fascination and unbearable pain. Every movement, every sound, was torture for him. The sight of Wednesday obeying Tyler, her hands obediently placed on her knees while her lips slid up and down Tyler's member, was a scene that consumed him from within.
Tyler, with a triumphant smile, looked at Wednesday with eyes full of lust. "That's the way I like it," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're perfect."
Wednesday responded with a moan, her dark eyes fixed on Tyler's, full of submission and pleasure. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a force that crushed any hope Xavier had ever had.
The air in the room grew dense, charged with the electricity of their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. Every sound, every breath, was torture for Xavier, his mind consumed by hatred and envy. He wanted to scream, to interrupt the scene, to tear Tyler away from Wednesday's arms and claim what he believed was rightfully his. But he was trapped, powerless, forced to witness the act that shattered his heart.
Tyler moved his hips harder, pushing his member deep into Wednesday's mouth. "God, you're amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Keep going."
Wednesday responded with more moans, her hands firmly planted on her knees, obeying Tyler's rules. Xavier could see the trail of saliva dripping from Wednesday's lips, her expression of total surrender. The sight was both beautiful and devastating.
The room was filled with the sounds of shared pleasure, Wednesday's moans mingling with Tyler's grunts. Xavier felt trapped in an endless torment, each second an eternity of pain and unrequited desire.
Finally, Tyler let out a deep groan, quickly pulling out of the girl's mouth, his body trembling as he reached climax. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. The guy's semen painted her face and tits white. "You're mine."
Xavier felt envy, wishing it was him painting her white, his semen she collected to lick. He felt so much envy and hatred, wanting to be the one there, but no, it was fucking Tyler Galpin.
Xavier watched as the guy tugged Wednesday's hair to make her stand and kiss her. It seemed the Hyde didn't mind tasting his own cum, because Wednesday still had semen on her tongue when Tyler kissed her.
Xavier noticed how the girl's thighs were wet. Wednesday had come just with Tyler's cock in her throat, soaking herself completely.
From his hiding spot in the closet, Xavier watched helplessly as Tyler dominated Wednesday with a mix of desire and fury. His hands trembled, his breathing was a whirlwind of contained emotions. The scene in front of him was a blend of eroticism and despair, a cruel reminder of what he would never have.
Tyler squeezed Wednesday's ass, making her let out a small moan between a giggle. "I love that you can come just from my cock. You're so soaked, baby," Tyler said, his hands firmly gripping Wednesday's buttocks. Xavier, hidden, watched longingly, his eyes roaming over every inch of Wednesday's body. Her wet thighs and pussy looked delicious, and it seemed Tyler thought the same, as he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and moaned in pleasure at the taste.
The situation was becoming increasingly unbearable for Xavier. Tyler gave Wednesday a hard slap on the ass, leaving his handprint on her skin. She let out a moan followed by a giggle, a reaction that threw Xavier off. He had never seen Wednesday laugh, especially not in a situation like this. Seeing her enjoy the sexual roughness, behaving like a slut, was something he had never imagined.
Tyler threw Wednesday onto the bed with excessive force, stripping completely in one fluid motion. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, a devastating contrast to the frailty of Xavier's masculinity, whose skinny and gangly physique became even more evident. Tyler flaunted a defined torso with chiseled six-pack abs, powerful pecs, and a claw scar he had inflicted on himself, a reminder of his cunning and resilience. His long, muscular legs gleamed with a golden hue, standing out even more against Wednesday's pale skin.
With impressive skill, Tyler manipulated Wednesday's legs, bending them until her knees touched her torso. With a gesture loaded with sensuality, he kissed her left ankle delicately before penetrating her with overwhelming force. Wednesday, with her hands gripping her own knees, dug her nails into her skin as she screamed in pleasure, her voice breaking the tension in the room. Xavier discovered, to his amazement and pain, that although Wednesday was usually silent, when being fucked she became a passionate screamer.
"You like it, don't you?" Tyler murmured, his voice deep and hoarse with desire, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. "You love feeling me inside you."
"Yes, Tyler, I love it," Wednesday panted, her body trembling with each of Tyler's movements. Her moans filled the room, each one resonating like a dagger in Xavier's heart.
Tyler, with a triumphant smile, fucked her hard and strong. Xavier watched with a mix of desire and hatred as Tyler moved between Wednesday's legs, penetrating her with renewed force.
"So beautiful, so perfect, so mine and only mine," Tyler murmured, his movements becoming more and more intense.
Wednesday moaned with each thrust, her nails scratching Tyler's back. "God, yes," she murmured, her voice breaking with pleasure. "More, Tyler, more."
Tyler obeyed, increasing the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're mine, Wednesday. All of you."
Xavier watched as Wednesday's body trembled as she neared orgasm. Her moans grew louder, her breathing more erratic. Finally, with a strangled cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing with pleasure.
"Let's see how much you can take," Tyler murmured, lifting her and turning her with ease, placing her in a reverse cowgirl position. Xavier watched with a mix of desire and hatred as Tyler guided her movements, penetrating her with inhuman strength.
Wednesday clung to Tyler's knees, her breasts bouncing to the frenetic rhythm of his hips. Their kiss was a mix of lust and dirt, a battle of tongues and saliva that heightened the scene's eroticism. Tyler penetrated her with quick, hard thrusts, each one eliciting moans of pleasure from Wednesday's lips.
"God, you're so tight, so warm!" he groaned, increasing the pace of his hips.
Xavier was hypnotized by the sway of her breasts, the sight of her hard nipples moving with each thrust was too much to bear.
Wednesday succumbed to climax once more, her body convulsing as she fell onto the bed on all fours. Tyler smiled, proud of his effect on her, and without losing a second, positioned himself behind her, penetrating her in a doggy style position. Tyler's gaze fixed on his girlfriend's wet pussy, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"You've come three times already, delicious as always, my dark princess," he said, positioning himself to fuck her even harder. "I'll leave you speechless with how well I'm going to fuck you."
In this new position, Tyler had complete control. His thrusts were deeper and more powerful, hitting Wednesday's cervix with painful precision. Each thrust elicited uncontrollable moans from her, feeling on the edge, craving more. Her moans were a chorus of desperation and pleasure, seeking another climax, feeling empty despite Tyler's huge cock inside her.
"God, baby, I'm about to come but first I want you to come once more! Give me the fourth, baby, come on," Tyler growled, his voice laden with need as he watched his cock slide in and out of Wednesday's body.
Xavier, in his hiding spot, was consumed by a mix of disgust and fascination. He couldn't look away, wishing he was the one in Tyler's place. The sight of Wednesday moaning and trembling under another's dominance was endless torture.
Wednesday reached her final climax with a strangled scream, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her thighs and Tyler's were completely soaked. Exhausted and sensitive, she collapsed onto the bed, waiting for Tyler to come.
Xavier felt aroused, disgusted with himself for being turned on by watching Tyler fuck Wednesday. But he couldn't help it, she was the object of all his wet dreams and darkest desires.
Tyler, feeling he was about to explode, decided to tease Wednesday a bit more. Xavier noticed this and wished the torture would end, not that Tyler would continue humiliating her.
"I'm about to come, maybe I should pull out, finish in my hand, don't you think? You wouldn't want me to drench your little pussy with my cum, right?" Tyler said, pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her.
"No, no, I want it inside, I feel so empty, fill me up, I want to drip with you," cried Wednesday, moving her hips to penetrate herself, desperate for more.
"Do you want me to fill you with my cum? Leave you dripping with my seed?" Tyler asked, fucking her slowly but with hard movements. Wednesday, between tears and moans, nodded desperately. Tyler grabbed her hips firmly again, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"Fine, I'll leave you overflowing with my cum and then plug you up with my cock. I won't let any of it escape if you want my cum in your pussy that badly."
With those words, Tyler increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, his breath ragged and his deep moans indicating he was close. Wednesday, sensitive from her multiple orgasms, felt every movement amplified, her body convulsing with each thrust. Pleasure and pain mingled in a sensory storm that left her breathless.
Finally, Tyler let out a roar of pleasure, burying himself deeply inside her as he came. His cum filled Wednesday, and he kept his promise; he pulled out of her but quickly repositioned so she was on top of him, comfortable, then penetrated her again, staying inside to keep any from escaping. Their bodies, now exhausted, remained still, with heavy breathing filling the lust-charged air.
Tyler held her tightly, his hands running over her sweat-dampened back. "You're perfect, witch. I don't want any part of me escaping your body," he murmured, his words filled with possession and desire. Wednesday nodded, her head resting on Tyler's muscular chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart.
Xavier, watching from a distance, writhed with jealousy and envy. Each word from Tyler was a cruel reminder of what he couldn't have, of the insurmountable gap between his own fragility and Tyler's strength. His own arousal disgusted him, a sense of self-betrayal that left him breathless.
"I love you so much, Tyler," whispered Wednesday, her voice barely audible from exhaustion. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Tyler's chest as she snuggled closer, seeking his warmth.
"And I love you, my dark princess. You are mine, completely mine," Tyler responded, kissing her forehead tenderly. Despite the intensity of their act, there was a softness in his gestures, a contradiction that only heightened Xavier's anguish. He had not only lost Wednesday physically but also emotionally, a devastating blow to his already fragile self-esteem.
Tyler began to move slowly again, his hands firmly positioned on Wednesday's hips, guiding her gently over his still throbbing erection. "Ready for more, witch?" he murmured with a smile that exuded confidence and dominance.
Wednesday moaned in response, moving lazily but determinedly, enjoying the sensation of being filled again. "Yes, Tyler, always ready for you," she gasped, her movements becoming more fluid, more rhythmic.
Xavier, trapped in his own torment, couldn't look away. The scene was a mix of eroticism and pain, a combination that consumed him from within. Wednesday's movements on top of Tyler were hypnotic, every moan, every sigh, another dagger in his heart.
"You look so beautiful riding me like this," murmured Tyler, his voice husky with desire. "You're mine, Wednesday, only mine."
"Yes, only yours," she responded, her eyes closed, lost in pleasure. Her hands rested on Tyler's chest for balance, her nails leaving red marks on his skin.
Tyler began to increase the pace, his thrusts growing deeper and stronger. Wednesday matched his fervor, her moans echoing through the room, filling it with a nearly tangible tension. Xavier felt the air grow thicker, each breath harder to take.
"I'm going to make you come again," Tyler growled, his hands gripping Wednesday's hips tighter, marking her skin. "I want to see you scream with pleasure again."
"Please, Tyler, make me yours," Wednesday gasped, her voice broken by effort and pleasure. Her movements became frantic, desperate to reach another climax.
Xavier, drowning in his own misery, watched as Tyler brought Wednesday to another orgasm, her body convulsing with an almost painful intensity. Each scream, each spasm, was another confirmation of what he had lost, a wound that would never heal.
Finally, with a heart-wrenching moan, Wednesday reached her peak, her body shaking uncontrollably. Tyler followed shortly after, his own release accompanied by a roar of pleasure. Their bodies moved in unison, a dance of passion and desire that left Xavier feeling empty and defeated.
"That's it, my little witch," Tyler whispered, his voice soft but laden with authority. "You're mine, and you always will be."
Wednesday, exhausted but satisfied, collapsed onto Tyler's chest, her breathing slow and heavy. "Always yours, Tyler," she murmured, her words barely audible but filled with sincerity.
Xavier was relieved to see Tyler cover their naked bodies with blankets, momentarily easing the torture of seeing them united in an intimacy he longed for. He decided to wait in his hiding place, biding his time until they both fell asleep so he could escape unnoticed.
Time stretched on, each minute an eternity of torturous thoughts. When he felt hours had passed, he slowly emerged from the closet, careful not to make a sound. He was about to reach the door when Tyler's rough, mocking voice stopped him.
"Enjoyed the show?" the Hyde sneered with a malicious smile. Xavier turned to face him, noticing how Tyler kept Wednesday asleep on top of him, still joined to her. "It's all you'll ever have of her, this spectacle."
Xavier glared at him, filled with rage and shame, hating Tyler Galpin with every fiber of his being, loathing that it was Tyler who had conquered Wednesday, who could possess her in such a way.
"You're just a spectator, longing to be the protagonist, but I won't let you. Wednesday is mine," Tyler continued mockingly. Xavier watched with growing bitterness as Wednesday, deeply asleep, sought the Hyde's warmth. "I'm glad to know that no matter how much you try to imagine it's you burying yourself in her warm, tight pussy. Whenever you close your eyes, you'll see me fucking her."
Tyler hugged the girl and closed his eyes to sleep, leaving Xavier burning with anger and humiliation. The seer quietly left, his heart heavy and mind filled with vengeful thoughts. He could accuse them of breaking important rules, but that would mean admitting he had spied on them, which would also be damaging for him.
Upon returning to his own room, he found his roommate asleep. He tried to think of something else, but the image of Wednesday moaning Tyler's name possessively haunted him relentlessly. Rage and frustration consumed him, wishing with every fiber of his being that he was in Tyler's place.
Days passed slowly, and Xavier hated that Galpin was right. Every time he tried to touch himself imagining he was the one fucking Wednesday, he could only see Tyler and her entangled in that overwhelming passion. He tried painting himself with her, but when the painting was finished, Tyler's figure always appeared. The frustration was driving him mad, and Tyler Galpin knew it.
Tyler enjoyed fueling that madness. His mocking comments and superior looks were constant. In the hallways, in the dining hall, in any corner where their paths crossed, Tyler never missed a chance to remind him of his place as a mere spectator.
"How's it going, Xavier? Still enjoying your fantasies?" Tyler would murmur with a crooked smile, each word dripping with venom.
Xavier barely contained his fury, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He knew he couldn't react without giving himself away, without revealing the shameful secret of his nocturnal spying. The impotence ate away at him, each day a continuous torment of jealousy and frustration.
"It's only a matter of time before you give up," Tyler would continue, his tone condescending. "She knows it's me who makes her scream, who makes her feel alive. You'll never be able to give her that, Xavier."
Tyler's words pierced his mind like thorns, each one sinking deeper than the last. Xavier knew there was truth in them, and that only heightened his desperation.
The seer tried to focus on other things, on his studies, on his friends, but nothing could distract him from the torment he was living. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Wednesday and Tyler came back to his mind, a constant reminder of his failure.
Art, which had always been his refuge, had now become another source of suffering. Each brushstroke seemed to betray him, turning his desires into a cruel reality where Tyler always dominated. The paintings that once brought him comfort now reflected his envy and helplessness.
The obsession with Wednesday and the frustration with Tyler began to affect every aspect of his life. His friends noticed his change in behavior, his irritability, but he closed himself off more and more, unable to share his shame.
One day, while walking around the academy grounds, he saw Tyler and Wednesday together, their laughter and shared looks another blow to his already shattered self-esteem. Xavier watched them from a distance, his heart pounding and his mind filled with dark thoughts.
"Someday, this has to end," he murmured to himself, his voice barely a whisper. The need to free himself from this torment grew stronger each day, more desperate with each passing moment.
However, Tyler seemed to relish prolonging his suffering. Every gesture, every look between him and Wednesday was a declaration of victory, an affirmation of his dominance over both of them.
One night, as Xavier tried to sleep, Wednesday's moans echoed in his mind once again, as vivid as the time he had spied on them. He abruptly got up, unable to bear it any longer. He needed to find a way to escape from the mental prison that Tyler had created for him.
The desire to see Wednesday and Tyler separated became an obsession. He fantasized about scenarios where he became the hero, saving Wednesday from Tyler's clutches. But every fantasy ended the same way: with Tyler laughing at him, reminding him of his impotence.
Envy and jealousy tormented him constantly, a shadow that followed him everywhere. Each day that passed without being able to act, without being able to change his situation, only increased his desperation. He knew he had to find a solution, but every attempt seemed doomed to failure.
Life at the academy continued, indifferent to his suffering. The days followed one another, each one a repetition of the last, each one a test of his endurance. Xavier felt trapped in an endless cycle of jealousy and frustration, unable to see a way out of his torment.
But within him, a spark of hope still burned, a small light that refused to be extinguished. Maybe, someday, he would find a way to change his destiny, to free himself from Tyler's yoke and claim Wednesday for himself. Until then, all he could do was wait and endure, resisting the tide of emotions that threatened to drown him.