The golden morning light spilled over the Verden estate, soft and warm, but it could not melt the tension that clung to every corner. Liana's pulse raced as she followed Eren through the hidden servants' corridors, her mind still reeling from the confrontation in the grand hall. Her heart had hammered with fear, defiance, and—most dangerously—desire.
"Eren…" she whispered, voice barely audible, "what if they…"
"They won't reach us," he interrupted firmly, yet there was a gentleness in his tone that steadied her. "I won't let them. Not Darius, not your parents, no one."
Her hand found his, fingers intertwining, a lifeline in the storm. She pressed against him instinctively, seeking the warmth and strength only he could provide. Every brush of skin against skin sent a shiver through her, a forbidden thrill that made her pulse race even faster.
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Meanwhile, Darius was already plotting his next move. His eyes, sharp and calculating, watched every servant, every corridor, every potential exit. They cannot escape, he thought, a cold smile tugging at his lips. Even if they think they are clever, the world bends to my design.
He dispatched a few trusted aides quietly, their mission simple yet ruthless: intercept the hidden pair before they could vanish from the estate entirely. Each step was calculated, a trap waiting to spring.
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Eren led Liana through the labyrinthine halls, every turn a calculated risk. He could feel her trembling against him, and part of him ached with the unfairness of their circumstances. The world seemed determined to keep them apart, yet here, in the shadows, their love grew bolder, fiercer, and unyielding.
"Stay close," he whispered. "Every heartbeat counts."
"I'm… I'm trying," Liana replied, her voice shaky but determined. "I won't let them take you… or our love."
Her words were a vow, whispered only to him, yet carrying the weight of defiance and courage. Eren's lips brushed the top of her hand in a fleeting touch, an intimate promise sealed without words.
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The first warning came as a distant echo—footsteps, deliberate, closing fast. Darius' aides were searching, moving like shadows through the estate. Liana's chest tightened; panic threatened to overwhelm her, but Eren held her firmly, guiding her into a small, concealed storage room.
They pressed themselves against the walls, hidden behind stacks of crates and barrels. The space was cramped, the air thick with dust and tension, yet Liana felt a strange comfort in Eren's presence, his steady heartbeat matching her own.
"They'll find us soon," she whispered, fear lacing her tone.
"Not if we stay calm," Eren said, his dark eyes scanning the corridor outside. "Breathe. Trust me."
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Minutes passed like hours. The footsteps drew closer, then paused, as if Darius' men were aware of something just beyond their perception. Liana held her breath, pressing against Eren instinctively. Every brush of his arm, every shared heartbeat, sent forbidden warmth through her veins.
"You're brave," Eren murmured, voice low, almost reverent. "More than you realize."
Liana swallowed hard. "I have to be… for us."
Their faces were inches apart now, breaths mingling. The danger outside heightened every sensation—the closeness, the warmth, the intensity of their forbidden love. She felt herself pulled toward him, yet fear kept her grounded, a tension that made every touch electric, every heartbeat deafening.
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Suddenly, a shadow flickered across the room. One of Darius' aides had discovered the corridor. Eren acted instantly, pulling Liana behind a larger crate, hiding them from view. The man's footsteps rattled past, close enough for Liana to feel the heat of danger pressing in.
"Hold still… don't breathe," Eren whispered, his lips brushing her ear. The closeness sent shivers down her spine, a mix of fear and forbidden desire she could not contain.
The aide passed, leaving the room with a muffled curse. Liana exhaled slowly, her body trembling from adrenaline and the forbidden thrill of being so close to Eren.
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Finally, Eren made the decision. "We have to move now," he said, determination flashing in his eyes. He took her hand, gripping it firmly, and led her through another set of hidden passages, every step a calculated risk. They emerged near the servant's entrance, a small, inconspicuous door that opened to the estate gardens.
The sun was fully risen now, its warmth a stark contrast to the shadows they had escaped. Liana took a deep breath, letting the light wash over her face. "We… we made it," she whispered, voice trembling with relief and exhilaration.
Eren's hand brushed hers again, lingering this time, fingers intertwining fully. "We endure," he said, voice firm, eyes dark with intensity. "No matter what the world throws at us, we endure. Together."
And in that moment, amidst the sunlit roses and the gentle morning breeze, Liana realized something she had known all along: their love, though forbidden, was unstoppable. Danger might chase them, the world might frown, but nothing could break the bond they had forged in shadows, in stolen moments, and in the heartbeat of defiance.
A love the world would never bless… yet stronger than anything else, unyielding, eternal.