His and Only His

Elias had always belonged to himself—or so he thought. But from the moment he met Lucian, that illusion shattered.

Lucian was possessive, intense, and dangerously charming. The kind of man who didn’t just ask for things; he took them. And from the second his dark eyes locked onto Elias, he decided—Elias was his.

At first, Elias resisted. He wasn’t the type to be claimed, to be owned. But Lucian made it impossible to escape. Everywhere Elias turned, Lucian was there—watching, waiting, wanting. And when he finally caught Elias in his grasp, there was no letting go.

“You’re mine,” Lucian whispered against his lips, pressing him against the cold brick wall of a dim alleyway. “No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you.”

Elias shivered, torn between defiance and the heat curling in his stomach. He should push Lucian away, should fight back. But the way Lucian held him—firm yet reverent—made him crave more.

“You can’t own me,” Elias murmured, though his body betrayed him by leaning in.

Lucian smirked. “I already do.”

And in that moment, Elias knew—he had never stood a chance.