WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The days slipped away in a blur, identical in their surface routines until the sun went down. By night, everything shifted into something unpredictable, volatile, and relentless.
Rai had convinced himself he was becoming immune to Zade's tactics, that after all this continuous madness, his body had developed a shield against the man's overwhelming presence.
But immunity was a lie he told himself to salvage whatever pride he had left. In truth, Rai could pinpoint every square inch of his skin Zade's tongue hadn't touched, purely because those unmapped areas were so dangerously few.
Every night ended the same way: trapped firmly in Zade's crushing hold, aggressively kissed, bitten, and marked wherever the bastard felt inclined to leave his mark that evening.
Surprisingly, a shocker, really, Zade was actually considerate of Rai's physical well-being.
