> ⚠️ Themes: 18+ content, lust, emotional vulnerability, soft dominance, release of built-up tension, tenderness hidden under chaos.
Scene opens in Nick's penthouse.
It's quiet.
Van stands by the window, staring at the city lights, his arms folded over his chest. The moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, and he looks… fragile. Not weak—never that. But tired. Vulnerable. Like someone who's been fighting himself for too long.
> "You've been avoiding me," Nick says behind him, voice low but not angry.
Van doesn't turn.
> "You scare me."
Nick takes a step closer, slow and measured.
> "Why?"
> "Because you see too much. And I hate that I want you to."
A beat of silence.
Then Nick's hand touches Van's waist, sliding around to his front, gently but firmly pulling him back until his spine hits Nick's chest.
> "You've always wanted me," Nick whispers into his ear. "You're just too damn proud to admit it."
Van finally turns to face him—and his lips part to reply—but Nick doesn't let him speak.
He kisses him.
Not soft.
Not tender.
Hungry. Desperate. Possessive.
As if all those stolen glances, heated arguments, and missed opportunities were finally snapping into something real.
Van groans into the kiss, gripping Nick's shirt, pulling him closer as if his body had made the decision before his mind caught up.
> "I hate you," Van breathes, eyes dark.
> "I know," Nick smirks. "Now shut up and let me ruin that pride of yours."
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💥 Scene fades into full 18+ detail:
Heated make-out session thrown against the wall
Clothes torn off, buttons flying, whispered curses
Nick taking control, but in a way that makes Van melt
Mutual pleasure. Mutual need. A sense of finally.
Tender forehead kisses after the storm ends
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Final moment:
Van curled up on Nick's chest, lazy fingers tracing his skin.
> "You're still an arrogant bastard," he mumbles sleepily.
> "And you're mine," Nick replies.
> "Maybe…"
> "No maybe."
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To be continued