The Battle of Crowns

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐

Sebastian was dressed in a satin black shirt that clung to his lean frame, accentuating the sharp lines of his body. His dark red eyes, glowing like embers, were filled with a seductive intensity that could make anyone's heart race. His plum lips curved into a perpetual smirk, a hint of mischief and danger always lingering at the corners. His skin, smooth and glass-like, seemed to shimmer under the dim light, giving him an ethereal, almost demonic aura. The faint scent of his cologne, a deep, musky fragrance with notes of sandalwood and spice, hung in the air around him, adding to the allure he exuded. His dark red hair, tousled and falling over his forehead in soft bangs, framed his face perfectly, making his already striking features even more captivating.

Christian, seated alone on the stage under the soft spotlight, looked like a vision of light against the darkness that surrounded him. He wore a pale blue silk shirt that contrasted beautifully with his black trousers, the fabric catching the light and shimmering as he moved. His big, doe-like blue eyes, framed by dark lashes, were focused on the strings of his guitar as he played, his heart-shaped lips parting slightly as he sang in a deep, resonant voice that filled the empty amphitheatre. His skin, smooth and radiant, had a soft glow under the spotlight, enhancing his angelic appearance. The air around him carried the subtle, fresh scent of his cologne, a blend of crisp citrus and cool lavender that complemented his serene, almost otherworldly presence. His dark hair fell gracefully over his forehead, adding a touch of softness to his strong features.

The music amphitheatre was vast and silent, save for the haunting melody that Christian strummed on his guitar. The seats, empty and shrouded in shadows, seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness. Only the soft light of the spotlight illuminated the stage, casting a warm glow around Christian as he played. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and dust, mingling with the fragrances of their colognes, creating a heady mix that filled the space. The faint sound of the wind rustling the deep red curtains at the back of the stage added an eerie undertone to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.

Sebastian moved silently through the darkness, his steps light and purposeful. As he approached the stage, his eyes never left Christian, his smirk growing as he watched him play. There was something intoxicating about the scene—the way Christian seemed completely immersed in his music, unaware of the danger that lurked just beyond the spotlight. Sebastian's grip on the gun tightened the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. He savoured the moment, the anticipation building as he drew closer, his cologne's rich scent mingling with the air around him.

Christian's deep voice resonated through the empty amphitheatre, filling the space with a rich, melodic sound. It wasn't until a strange sensation tingled at the back of his neck that Christian paused, his fingers stilling on the strings. He didn't flinch or show any sign of fear; instead, he calmly set his guitar down on the chair beside him and slowly turned to face the darkness. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the shadows behind him, his senses on high alert. The familiar scent of his own cologne, mixed with the dusty air, grounded him as he prepared for whatever was lurking in the shadows.

Sebastian watched with a sly smile as Christian moved cautiously toward the backstage area, the dim light casting long shadows that danced eerily across the walls. He stepped forward, just enough for Christian to catch a glimpse of him, his red eyes glowing in the darkness. "Long time no see, Christian," he drawled, his voice low and seductive, dripping with mockery.Christian didn't falter, his gaze steady as he met Sebastian's glowing eyes. "Why are you here, Sebastian? What do you want now?" His tone was calm, devoid of fear as if he had expected this encounter.

"You," Sebastian replied, his voice smooth and dripping with innuendo. He stepped further into the light, allowing Christian to see him fully. His smirk widened as he saw the flicker of recognition in Christian's eyes.

"Me?" Christian asked, a note of challenge in his voice, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Sebastian.

"Yes... your death," Sebastian said with a cold, yet oddly playful smile, raising the gun with deliberate slowness, as if savouring the moment.

Christian's reflexes were quick. As soon as Sebastian pulled the trigger, he reacted, swiftly raising his hand and creating a shield of energy that absorbed the impact of the bullet. The bullet fell harmlessly to the ground with a metallic clink. The tension in the air was palpable, the only sound was their ragged breaths and the faint rustling of the curtains.Sebastian's smirk never faltered. 

"Don't think I lost,"

He taunted, his voice laced with amusement as he tossed the gun aside. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he advanced on Christian.

"Don't think you won as well," Christian shot back, his voice steady as he dodged Sebastian's next move. Their bodies moved in a tense rhythm, each step calculated, each strike deliberate. The fight between them was intense, but underneath it all, there was an unspoken connection, a dangerous allure that neither could fully deny.

Despite the physical clash, it was clear that neither truly sought to end the other. The fight ended with Christian emerging victorious, though Sebastian bore only a small scratch on his plum lips, a testament to the struggle. He wiped away the blood with a casual swipe, his smirk still firmly in place. "You won't last long, Christian," Sebastian murmured, his voice soft and laced with a promise, before disappearing into the shadows, leaving behind the lingering scent of his cologne and the echo of his words. Christian stood alone, the silence of the amphitheatre pressing in around him, his senses still heightened from the encounter.