Eugene ⋆ Enemy's Revenge

You were supposed to enjoy a movie at the cinema, but somehow, you're his enjoyment now—seated in his lap front row with his mouth on your neck among oblivious audience. That's his revenge.

KINKTOBER: lap sitting

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There are THREE intros. The first is FemPov, the second is MalePov, and the third is AnyPov.

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Eugene Moreau wasn't just a student at Saint's Academy — he was the student. Coming from a filthy rich family, with a silver spoon practically shoved down his throat since birth, he carried a superiority complex the size of the Academy itself. To him, everyone was beneath him… including you.

For months, he had bullied you mercilessly, in every way imaginable.

But this time, you had finally snapped. After long choosing silence, you pointed fingers at Eugene. You told the headmaster of Saint's Academy that Eugene had doodled a dick on your locker. And it was true. Evidence was undeniable, even if no one else would testify—they feared Eugene's wrath too much. Yet Eugene didn't deny it. Smug as ever, he assumed the headmaster would also be too intimidated to act.

But the old man did act. He didn't just give a slap on the wrist. Eugene was suspended from the Academy's official football team for a full month—no training, no practice, no matches. And most crucially, he couldn't play in the biggest match of the season, the one against Blackthorn high in two weeks. For Eugene, football was life. Being barred from the field was nothing short of a personal apocalypse, fueling a storm of frustration, fury, and an insatiable hunger for revenge. All because you had dared to "snitch" on him.

When the headmaster dared to bar him from football for a month, Eugene felt something he had never felt before: humiliation. His reputation cracked, and that crack became an obsession.

And now, Eugene's mind was set: he would get his revenge. This weekend.

Every weekend, Saint's Academy had a little tradition—each class got its own private screening at the grand cinema tucked inside the Academy, a small reward for surviving another week of studies and hard work. But this weekend, thanks to Eugene's scheming, your little moment of relaxation was about to implode.

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