WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
(18+ content , extreme kiss alert)
The golden-haired boy abruptly released Silas and turned his attention to their audience. The third roommate, a boy of smaller build with short, unassuming brown hair, stood by the door, looking utterly flustered by the emotional reunion he'd just witnessed. His clothes were simple, practical, and his light brown eyes darted between the two friends with open curiosity.
Realizing they had a spectator, the golden-haired boy straightened his tunic, smoothed out the wrinkles, and instantly adopted a charming, princely demeanor. He extended a hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Rhys," he said with a dazzling smile. "As you've probably guessed, we know each other. Best friends since childhood, actually."
Before Rhys could continue, Silas stepped forward and also shook the new boy's hand. "Hi, I'm Silas. Looks like we're roommates. Please take care of me."
The boy, clearly a bit overwhelmed, scratched the back of his head. "Hi, I'm Jacob. I'm from the southernmost barony. Just a commoner."
Silas shot a pointed look at Rhys. He knew him as Rhys Aurelian Lux, the seventh prince of the Luminus Imperium, and had no idea why he was at Argent Spire hiding his identity. Playing along, Silas beamed. "Don't worry about that. We're commoners, too."
Rhys caught on immediately, a flash of relief in his eyes that Silas was protecting his secret. He nodded in earnest. "Yep, just a regular commoner."
The lie was so blatant that Silas couldn't resist. He reached behind his back and gave Rhys a sharp pinch on the arm.
"Ow!" Rhys yelped, jumping away and rubbing the spot. He glared at Silas, his regal charm evaporating. "You dimwit! You dare to hurt me? Do you want to die?"
Silas sneered back, unfazed. "Not before you! You idiot, why didn't you tell me you were coming to the academy?"
The anger drained from Rhys's face, replaced by a sudden wave of embarrassment. He looked down at his feet. "I, uh… I ran away from home."
Silas threw his hands up in exasperation, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You idiot! Are you crazy?"
Rhys's shoulders slumped. He dramatically sat down on the floor, hugged his knees, and began tracing circles on the dusty floorboards with his finger. "They arranged an engagement for me," he mumbled, his voice small. "I didn't like it, so I left."
Silas felt a bizarre sense of déjà vu. Just that morning, he'd learned that Kael had fled his home over an unwanted engagement, and now his own best friend had done the exact same thing. He let out a long, suffering sigh. "You could have at least told me."
Jacob, who had been watching the scene unfold like a play, finally spoke up, his voice gentle. "Um, I don't think I should interfere, but… I think he probably had his reasons, right?" He offered Rhys a sympathetic look.
It was all the encouragement Rhys needed. He sprang to his feet, darted across the room, and ducked behind Jacob, using the smaller boy as a human shield. Jacob froze, startled by the sudden movement and the feeling of a prince cowering behind him.
Silas slowly raised his right hand and made a tight fist, a menacing grin spreading across his face. "Come out from behind him, Rhys," he said, his voice deceptively sweet. "I promise I won't hit you that hard."
In that moment, Jacob understood everything. Rhys wasn't hiding from a threat; he was hiding from a certainty. Between the two friends, Silas was clearly the one who chose violence over peace.
The fight between the two best friends went on until night.
When they got to the academy, food was sent to their dorm room for one day. After today, they would have to go to the dining hall for lunch and dinner. Today was a special case.
It was now nighttime.
Inside the Argent Spire academy, there was a beautiful courtyard. This was an area where teachers and students could use their own money to rent a private apartment.
Draven was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling and thinking about Silas. He was wearing only pajama pants, which was normal for him in his own room. His strong muscles looked amazing. He sighed. The more he thought about Silas, the more he felt a desperate need to be with him.
He remembered the first day he noticed Silas. There were many people around while Draven was practicing with his sword. Later, he saw Silas practicing how to defend against his exact sword moves. He also thought about the days that followed. The time he spent with Silas felt so big and wonderful that he smiled to himself.
He tossed and turned in his bed but could not sleep at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw Silas's face, and the feeling of desperation grew even stronger.
Of course. Here is the scene rewritten in simple words, keeping all the original details.
Just then, Draven heard a soft sound from outside his room. He was confused. He got up to see who it was.
When he opened the door, he was surprised again. It was Silas. Silas was wearing night pajamas, and the top three buttons of his shirt were open. Draven could see his white skin.
Draven's heart started beating like crazy. He swallowed hard. He stuttered, "Si… Siii… Silas? What are you doing here now?"
Silas looked at him with a sharp stare. His eyes moved over Draven's strong, amazing body. He didn't say anything and just walked into the room. Then, he shut the door from the inside.
Draven was confused, but he wanted Silas more and more. Silas looked at Draven and said in a teasing voice, "You were the one who told me to come to your apartment if I wanted to. You even gave me a key."
Silas pulled the key out of his pajama pocket and showed it to Draven.
Draven swallowed again. His heart was now beating like a drum. He felt hot, and a dangerous feeling grew inside him.
Silas didn't say anything else. He moved very close to Draven, leaning toward his mouth. But then he turned his head and whispered in Draven's ear, "But looking at your lower part, I guess you don't want me to go back. Right, Draven?"
Draven looked down at his pants and saw a bulge in his cotton pajama pants. He was already hard for Silas. He wanted Silas so badly that his body was reacting on its own.
Draven went crazy. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed Silas's face with both hands and kissed him hard on the lips. Silas kissed him back just as hard. In seconds, the kiss got more intense. They were kissing with their tongues. Draven started sucking on Silas's bottom lip, and Silas did the same to Draven's upper lip.
The kiss became deeper. Draven picked Silas up in his arms and carried him to the bed. They kept kissing like they were hungry for each other. Draven's feelings were so strong that he couldn't control himself at all. But suddenly, Silas stopped and pushed him away for a moment.
Draven looked at him, confused. His heart was pounding. He wanted Silas badly. He wanted to enjoy every part of him.
Silas looked at Draven and said, "Wake up!"
Draven was confused, but Silas suddenly kicked him so hard with his leg that he fell off the bed and landed on his back.
"Ahhh! Silas!"
Draven suddenly woke up from his dream, alone in his fancy bedroom. He was completely covered in sweat.
He remembered what he was just doing. He started to look around and saw that he was alone in his apartment bedroom.
After a long day, he had come to his room. After getting fresh, he lay on his bed and fell completely asleep. And in his sleep, he had that dream.
Draven felt embarrassed. He started laughing at himself. He had fallen for Silas so much that he was now having sexy dreams about him. He sighed and looked out the window toward the dorm rooms, where Silas was probably sleeping in his own bed.
The next day dawned, pulling the three new roommates from their sleep. Silas woke first, feeling the familiar morning grogginess that clung to him despite his body being fully healed. Rhys and Jacob stirred soon after, and the trio wordlessly agreed to head to the cafeteria for their first official breakfast at the academy.
The dining hall was already humming with the low chatter of students. A no-nonsense, middle-aged woman stood behind the counter, efficiently taking orders and sliding trays of food across the stainless steel surface.
The three friends got in line. When his turn came, Silas ordered a simple glass of espresso, hoping the bitter shot would jolt his system into full alertness. Rhys and Jacob made their choices, and with their trays full, they scanned the room for an empty table.
That's when Silas spotted him Kael, sitting alone at a small table near the window, methodically eating his breakfast. A wave of relief washed over Silas. He immediately started walking toward Kael, Jacob following close behind.
He didn't notice the strange, panicked look that flashed across Rhys's face. The golden-haired boy took a half-step as if to stop Silas, his mouth opening to say something, but it was too late. Silas and Jacob were already weaving through the tables, leaving him no choice but to follow, his posture stiff with anxiety.
Kael looked up as the group approached, his expression shifting to surprise. He knew one of them very well.
"Silas! Sit, sit," he said, gesturing to the empty chairs. Then his eyes locked onto the person standing just behind Silas. "And this boy with the golden hair…?" he asked, his voice trailing off in recognition.
Silas, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, set his tray down. "Let me introduce you. This is Rhys, my best friend," he said, clapping a hand on Rhys's shoulder. "And this is Jacob, my roommate and a new friend."
Kael nodded, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as he looked directly at Rhys. "Nice to meet you, Rhys," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "It's unbelievable that I'd meet you here, in the academy."
The pieces clicked into place for Kael. He remembered the charismatic, golden-haired boy he'd befriended at the barony registration a month ago. They had hit it off immediately, but the boy had been cagey, never sharing his name before disappearing without a trace. Kael had even tried to find him, with no luck.
Rhys looked deeply embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding Kael's direct gaze. "Ahh, don't misunderstand," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red. "I wanted to tell you my name back then, I really did. But the situation… it was bad. I had to flee from there."