Crossed Lines
Kai couldn't concentrate all day. Every glance at his phone made him tense. Every sound felt amplified. Every shadow seemed to linger.
He tried to convince himself it was paranoia.
It wasn't.
That evening, he received another message:
Unknown: Don't resist. Come to me.
Kai groaned. "I'm officially doomed."
Leo rolled his eyes. "You're obsessed already."
Kai glared. "No. I'm not."
Kai arrived at Lucien's penthouse. The door opened before he could knock.
Lucien stood there, sharp suit, sharp eyes, dangerous calm.
"I was hoping you'd come," Lucien said.
Kai folded his arms. "You're going to drive me insane."
Lucien smiled faintly. "Only if I must."
Kai noticed the faint red in Lucien's eyes. Obsession. Desire. Possession.
Lucien closed the distance, brushing a strand of Kai's hair from his forehead. "You provoke me, Kai. You infuriate me. You haunt me."
Kai's chest tightened. "You're insane."
Lucien's lips curved. "Perhaps. Or perhaps you're worth it."
They circled each other like predators, dangerous tension crackling in every word, every glance, every brush of skin.
By the end of the night, Kai knew two things:
He couldn't resist Lucien.
And he didn't entirely want to.