When Beauty Destroys The BL World

Chapter 108~Locked Away~

The world fell silent.

Lucas's eyes widened - shock, disbelief, then overwhelming emotion flooding through him.

Her lips were cold, trembling against his, yet her touch sent warmth surging through his chest.

He wanted to stop - to tell himself this wasn't right, that she wasn't in her right mind - but his body betrayed him. His heart, his longing, years of restrained emotion... all crumbled.

When she nibbled at his lips, as if testing the feeling, his control shattered. He closed his eyes, deepening the kiss, his hand cupping the back of her head. The taste of her - soft, faintly sweet - filled his senses until nothing else existed.

He kissed her like a man starved - reverent, desperate, aching. The moonlight glimmered over their figures as his lips moved against hers, slow then fervent, their breaths mingling in the quiet night.

Her hand rested on his chest, and he felt her pulse - weak but steady - beneath his touch.

Lucas's heart raced. For the first time in so long, he felt alive.

But as suddenly as it began, her strength faltered. Her lips softened, her hand slipped from his chest, her body began to fall limp in his arms.

He broke the kiss, holding her tightly.

Her eyes remained open-dazed and unfocused. Yet her once-pale face had regained its color, a faint flush blooming beneath her skin.

Then she leaned against him, resting her head on his chest, as though seeking warmth.

Her voice didn't come. Only her shallow breath.

Lucas swallowed hard, his throat burning.

He brushed her cheek gently - her skin, once cold, now faintly warm. "Irene," he murmured softly.

But she was already drifting off, her eyelids fluttering closed.

He held her for a long moment beneath the moonlight - the woman he loved, asleep in his arms, lost in a world far from his reach.

Then, quietly, carefully, he carried her back to the temple - each step slow and deliberate, afraid she would be awoken if he moved too quickly.

Inside the temple, Lucas carried Irene gently in his arms through the quiet corridors. The flickering glow of the oil lamps painted faint shadows across his face, his jaw clenched with concern. Her head rested against his chest, her body light and cold - completely in a deep sleep.

As he turned the corner toward the chamber, a soft gasp escaped a familiar voice.

"Your Holiness-!" Libby hurried forward, her face pale with worry seeing her lady in his arm. "What happened?!"

She had just awoken from her slumber, only to realize her young lady isn't in the bed. Seeing the door of the chamber were left open, Libby began to panic.

Just she about to search for her, she saw this situation in front of her.

Lucas turned slightly, keeping his hold steady. "I found her outside," he said in a low voice. "She was wandering in the garden, barefoot... she seemed unaware of her surroundings."

Lucas exhaled deeply and entered the chamber, laying Irene gently onto the bed. The moonlight through the window cast a faint glow over her face - pale, fragile, peaceful... yet not truly alive.

He brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek, so gentle and full of tenderness.

Libby who had been too worried, she didn't even notice Lucas action towards her young lady. Her thoughts are chaotic, hearing what he had said just now.