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𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙰 | 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚁

LECTURAS 734
Votos 59
Partes 22
Hora 2h 46m

LECTURAS 734
Votos 59
Partes 22
Hora 2h 46m

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The older warrior stumbled, cursing, and Na'kei was on him before he could rise. Knees straddling his ribs. Blade drawn. Pressed just above the sacred braid.

His hand closed on Rahk'tep's kuru.

"You want truth?" Na'kei whispered, eyes burning. "Let's see yours."

Rahk'tep froze. Like he'd been stabbed.

Na'kei pulled out his own kuru, tendrils twitching. "You scared? Afraid I'll see something you don't want me to know?"

Rahk'tep's hand clamped down on his wrist. Tight. Shaking.

Na'kei leaned closer, his breath hot across Rahk'tep's jaw. "What's in there, Rahk'tep? A memory of screaming? Of pleasure? Of guilt?"

Rahk'tep growled. "You connect with me, and I'll kill you."

"You already tried," Na'kei hissed. "I woke up anyway."

They stared. Nothing moved but their chests, rising and falling in sync, breath caught between hate and heat.

Na'kei didn't move the kuru any closer. He didn't have to. The tension had already coiled tight as bone.

Rahk'tep finally shoved him off. Hard.

Na'kei hit the stone and rolled to his feet. "Coward."

Rahk'tep stood. His knife back in hand. "Fool."

Na'kei's eyes narrowed. "Traitor."

Rahk'tep's jaw clenched. "Mistake."

The word landed like a blow.

Na'kei didn't flinch, but his voice cracked as he spoke. "Then why did you stay behind? Why follow me into exile, if I'm just that?"

Rahk'tep said nothing. His silence was a confession.

Na'kei walked back to his mat, slow, back straight. He lay down again. Stared into the fire. Let the heat lick his face. Then, without looking:

"You want to hate me? Fine. But don't pretend your hands are clean."

Silence.

Only the fire, and the sound of two outcasts too proud to sleep, too broken to speak.

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"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. "Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. "Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno.