The train cut across the countryside, fields stretching wide under the pale morning light. Five hours of journey blurred past in the lull of rhythm and soft conversation. Kaein leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the sky streaking toward the horizon. Beside him, Lior had one arm draped across his shoulders, keeping him close as though the world might try to snatch him away if he let go.
They were not dressed extravagantly, only in travel-worn casuals — Kaein in pale linen, Lior in a fitted black shirt rolled to the elbows. Yet even in such simplicity, there was a gravity to them. Strangers glanced twice, whispers carrying: two men whose presence lingered like shadows of a story not yet told.
The coastal city greeted them with salt air and the cry of seagulls. Streets curved alongside the glittering sea, and the resort they had booked perched elegantly by the shore — white stone walls kissed by ivy, balconies overlooking waves that broke in silver foam. The staff welcomed them warmly, and as soon as they stepped inside their suite, the mood shifted: soft cream walls, wide glass doors opening to a private view of the ocean, and a king-sized bed strewn with pale sheets that carried the faintest scent of new beginnings.
Lior let the suitcase drop at the entrance, pulling Kaein into his arms before anything else.
"This is our first day as married men," he murmured, voice low, claiming. "Do you know how long I've wanted to call you mine like this?"
Kaein tilted his head up, smiling, eyes glimmering with quiet mischief. "You've been calling me yours since the day we met, Alpha. The difference now… is that I agree."
Their laughter broke the tension, and for a moment, it was only two lovers teasing by the window, framed by sunlight and sea.
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Dinner was with Kaein's family — warm, lighthearted, filled with the easy affection of people who had witnessed their growth. His parents welcomed Lior as though he had been there all along, his siblings teasing Kaein gently about being finally "caught."
Yet even in such warmth, Lior's hand never strayed far from Kaein's. Every brush of fingers, every fleeting glance carried an undercurrent of possession — not jealous, but protective, instinctive, as if this man beside him was the axis of his world.
When night finally draped itself over the coast, they returned to their suite. The room was quiet except for the hush of waves beyond the balcony.
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Lior closed the door and turned the lock with a soft click. His gaze had already shifted, no longer the polite son-in-law at dinner, but the Alpha whose restraint was fraying with every heartbeat. He stepped forward, and Kaein found himself gently pressed against the wall, lips claimed in a kiss that was slow at first — testing, savoring — then deepened, as though two days, two years, a lifetime of hunger spilled at once.
The camera of the world would have lingered: on Lior's hand sliding along Kaein's waist, tracing the dip of his spine; on Kaein's head tilting back, lips parted, a flush rising beneath the soft lamplight. Every motion was deliberate, crafted, as if performed for an audience yet too raw to be anything but real.
"Do you know how dangerous you are?" Lior whispered against his lips. "Even after marking you, even after marrying you… I still crave more. I want to remake you every night until there's no space left for anyone but me."
Kaein's smile curved slow, seductive, his voice a murmur that burned like silk. "Then do it. What are you waiting for?"
The night unfolded with heat and tenderness. Clothes fell away like unnecessary barriers, kisses mapped across familiar skin as though rediscovering the beloved anew. The bed became an altar, sheets twisting under the weight of bodies pressed close.
It was not rushed. Every movement was a story: Lior's lips tracing down Kaein's throat like vows written on skin, Kaein's hands clutching his shoulders, guiding, never yielding but never denying. Words spilled between them — low, broken whispers of love, of need, of promises no ceremony could bind tighter.
By the time silence settled, the ocean still roared outside, but inside the room was nothing but the sound of their breaths, tangled together.
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Morning light spilled across the balcony, catching on the edge of curtains. Kaein stirred first, hair tousled, skin still humming with the afterglow of the night. He shifted slightly, finding himself cocooned in Lior's arm, the Lunar's face buried against his shoulder.
For a moment, Kaein only watched him — the man who had once been a stranger across a lecture hall, the man who now slept like the world itself could not touch them. A soft laugh escaped him, and he pressed a kiss to Lior's temple.
"Wake up, my beloved Lunar," he whispered, voice teasing.
Lior groaned, tightening his hold instead. "No. The world can wait. You're mine, here. Let them wait."
Kaein chuckled, attempting to shift. "If you don't let me go, we'll miss breakfast."
"Then we'll starve together," Lior muttered, half-asleep, pressing kisses blindly against Kaein's neck as if marking him anew.
The day began like that — laughter spilling into sunlight, stolen kisses between brushing teeth and buttoning shirts, hands that refused to part even for a moment. Later, they would stroll by the seaside, share coffee, plan the quiet days ahead.
But for now, within the frame of their honeymoon suite, the world was simple: an Alpha and his Lunar, bound by vows, by mark, by love so fierce it could be seen in every glance.