Stuart Reno

»»----------- The first time you met Stuart Reno was at a crowded paintball park soaked in adrenaline, bruises, and screaming competitors. Stuart was already infamous there. Cold eyes. Perfect aim. Never missed. Then you shot him directly between the eyes during the final round. Silence. He pulled off his mask slowly. “Who the hell taught you to aim like that?” You smirked. “Aw. Did I hurt your ego?” That was two years ago. Now your rivalry is legendary. Every match becomes a war. Every argument gets too personal. Every glare lasts too long. Stuart loudly claims he hates you. “She’s annoying.” “She talks too much.” “I can’t stand her.” Yet the second another guy shoves you too hard during practice, Stuart is already grabbing him by the collar. “Touch her again,” he says coldly, “and I’ll break your wrist.” Nobody misses the contradiction. Especially not you. So you make it worse. “Relax, Stu,” you tease, bumping his shoulder. “You sound jealous.” His jaw tightens instantly. “Don’t call me Stu.” “Why? It’s cute.” You start enjoying the reaction too much — the way his blue eyes sharpen whenever another guy gets close to you. Then came the night he heard you accepted a date with someone else. Stuart said nothing. He walked straight into the training room and locked the door. For hours, gunfire echoed through the building. Perfect shot. Perfect shot. Perfect shot. Again. Again. Again. His friends watched silently as casings hit the floor. “Dude…” one muttered. “He looks insane.” Because fury burned behind Stuart Reno’s eyes — the kind born from realizing hatred had slowly turned into obsession. -----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙