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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 15: "𝕻𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕴𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑"

𓊈𒆜 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𒆜𓊉

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Three days.

It had been three days since San had kissed me with a passion that still lingered on my lips, like a phantom touch I couldn't shake. And yet, after that storm of a moment, he had pulled back again. Not physically—he was always there, watching, protecting, his presence like a comforting shadow—but emotionally, he'd retreated into his fortress of restraint.

It was infuriating.

I had spent those three days trying to coax him out of that fortress, to make him give in, even just a little. He was unbreakable, steadfast in his self-control, and I found myself wanting to crack it. Not out of malice, but because I needed to know—I needed to feel what it was like to be completely his, even for one night. I wanted to be wrapped in his arms, lost in the shared heat of bare skin under the silky sheets of his massive bed. The danger didn't matter to me anymore. I trusted him, even when he didn't trust himself.

But he was resolute, and I was growing impatient.

That's when I decided it was time to test him.

The wolves had become my unwitting accomplices in this little game. They were warm, boisterous, and full of life—a stark contrast to the stoic intensity of San's vampires. Spending time with them felt like a breath of fresh air, and I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks. I leaned into it, knowing full well that San would see, would hear, and hopefully, would react.

This morning, I sat in the garden with Yunho, one of the wolves who had quickly become a friend. He had this easy smile and a laugh that could shake the tension out of anyone. We were sitting close—close enough that our shoulders brushed as we laughed at some story he was telling.

From the corner of my eye, I saw San standing by the edge of the garden, his golden eyes fixed on me. He wasn't glaring, not quite, but his jaw was tight, and his posture screamed tension.

Perfect.

I leaned in closer to Yunho, nudging him playfully as he finished his story. "You really did that? That's ridiculous!" I laughed, throwing my head back in mock disbelief.

Yunho grinned, his sharp canines glinting in the sunlight. "Oh, I did, and you should've seen their faces. They didn't know what hit them!"

As we laughed, I could feel the weight of San's gaze intensify. My heart pounded, not from Yunho's story, but from the thrill of knowing I was poking the proverbial bear.

Later that evening, I found myself seated in the grand hall, surrounded by the wolves and vampires alike. The air was warm, the flicker of candles casting a golden glow over the room. I purposely chose a seat near the wolves again, their casual, touchy camaraderie the perfect stage for my plan.

I sat close to Yunho once more, leaning into his shoulder as we talked and laughed. He didn't seem to notice—or if he did, he didn't mind. But I knew San noticed. He was sitting across the room, his gaze locked on me like a predator watching its prey.

My pulse quickened under the intensity of his stare, and I had to fight to keep my composure. I wanted him to snap, to take me aside and finally admit what we both knew he wanted.

But San didn't move. He sat there, perfectly still, his eyes a storm of emotions I couldn't quite read.

That night, as I slipped away from the group and made my way to my room, I felt his presence before I saw him. He appeared at the end of the hallway, his silhouette dark and commanding in the dim light.