The air between Adrian and Kai was thick, almost electric that charged silence before a storm breaks loose. Neither dared to speak, but their eyes said it all: the war outside was a distant echo compared to the battlefield between their bodies.
Kai's fingers traced the sharp line of Adrian's jaw, slow and deliberate, like marking territory. Adrian leaned in, breath hot against Kai's neck, voice low and rough. "You're mine, whether you like it or not."
Kai's pulse fluttered, the petiteness of his frame belying the fierce fire burning inside. "And you're a stubborn asshole who won't let go."
A crooked smile tugged at Adrian's lips. "Good. I don't plan to."
The world outside could burn. Here, in this fragile, dark space, they were the only two truths.
Adrian's hands roamed with possessive hunger, tracing every inch of Kai's delicate frame like he was mapping a secret he'd never let go of. Kai shivered, caught between the urge to pull away and the ache to sink into that fierce devotion burning behind Adrian's stormy eyes.
"Don't fight it," Adrian murmured, voice gravelly with desire and something darker need wrapped in danger. "You're mine, through every hell and nightmare. I'll drag you out, or drag you down with me."
Kai's breath hitched, fingers trembling as they tangled in Adrian's shirt, clutching for something solid in the chaos. "Then don't let me slip away," he whispered, voice cracked but fierce.
A growl rumbled deep in Adrian's throat, raw and unfiltered. His lips crashed down on Kai's, teeth grazing the soft skin, a delicious bite of pain and pleasure. Kai gasped, body arching into the fire that only Adrian could ignite an intoxicating mix of sweet surrender and sharp dominance.
They were tangled, broken, beautiful chaos two souls desperately holding on while the world threatened to tear them apart.