Forever (Mine II)

Chapter 13

The weight of power

As Vegas stood on his balcony, overlooking the bustling streets of Bangkok, the neon lights of the city shimmering in the night, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him.

Memories of his past flooded his mind, each one a reminder of the trials and tribulations he had faced on his journey to reclaim his life.He had survived the darkest of games, navigating treacherous waters and facing insurmountable odds with courage and determination.

It hadn't been easy-the road had been fraught with danger and uncertainty, and there were moments when he had doubted whether he would ever make it out alive.But here he was, standing tall amidst the chaos of the city, a testament to his resilience and strength. He had fought tooth and nail for his freedom, refusing to be bound by the chains of his past, and now, he was finally reaping the rewards of his perseverance.

As Vegas gazed out at the twinkling lights of the city below, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. He had come so far from the broken man he once was, and though scars still lingered, both seen and unseen, he had emerged from the darkness stronger and more determined than ever before.But even as he basked in the glow of his accomplishments, Vegas knew that his journey was far from over.

There were still challenges to be faced, battles to be fought, and demons to be conquered. But armed with the lessons of his past and the strength of his convictions, he was ready to face whatever the future held, head-on and without fear.

Vegas couldn't help but smile as he watched his lover, Kimhan, sleeping peacefully on the bed. Despite all the chaos and challenges they had faced, they had found solace and happiness in each other's arms.

Kimhan had chosen him, had stayed by his side through thick and thin, and for that, Vegas was eternally grateful.In the quiet of the room, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Vegas felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Here, in this moment, he had everything he had ever wanted-a loving partner, a sense of belonging, and a future filled with promise.

As he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Kimhan's face, Vegas couldn't help but marvel at the depth of his feelings for the man sleeping beside him. Kimhan was more than just a lover-he was Vegas's rock, his anchor in a sea of uncertainty, and the one person who had never wavered in his support and affection.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Vegas settled back against the pillows, his gaze lingering on Kimhan's peaceful expression. In this moment of quiet intimacy, surrounded by the warmth and love that enveloped them both, Vegas knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

And as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, Vegas felt a profound sense of gratitude for the man who had chosen to share his life with him, flaws and all.

For in Kimhan's arms, he had found his home, his sanctuary, and his greatest source of joy.

The sound of something breaking outside his bedroom jolts Vegas from the edge of sleep, instantly pulling him back to wakefulness. With a sense of fear creeping over him, he throws off the covers and slips out of bed, his movements swift and purposeful as he follows the source of the disturbance.

As he steps into the dimly lit hallway, his senses on high alert, Vegas notices a faint glow emanating from his father's office down the hall. His heart sinks at the sight, a cold knot of dread forming in the pit of his stomach.

With cautious steps, Vegas approaches the door to his father's office, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet as he moves closer. His hand hesitates for a moment before reaching out to grasp the doorknob, his pulse racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.