Chapter: The Ghost He Can't TouchDANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE MAIN HEADQUARTERS I slammed the door so hard the glass cracked behind me.“Bring them in,” I snapped.Within the hour, the entire room was packed, my men, all of them, shoulder to shoulder. Phones ringing, papers scattered. Eyes everywhere, voices barking orders, calling in every favor, every rat and informant that’s ever owed me blood.“Nico’s been visited twice,” Malcolm reported, slamming a folder down. “We tracked both nights. Same figure. Same route. But no clear image. She’s too careful.”I tore the photo from his hand. A blur. A shape cloaked in black, face hidden under a wide hat. Even the fucking cameras couldn’t catch her. No skin. No features. Nothing.“You’re telling me this is all we have?” I hissed, throwing it across the table.Malcolm didn’t flinch. “Yes, boss. She left no trace.”“She’s real. She walks into Nico’s house like she owns it. And we don’t have shit?
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Chapter: The Hunt for La Rosa Nera, BeginsDANTE'S PERSPECTIVE NICO'S MANSION I didn’t knock.Didn’t wait for permission.I walked straight into Nico Mareni’s lair expecting to find it the same sewer I’d left it. Sweat-stained velvet, bodies sprawled like corpses waiting for orders, the stink of whiskey, cigar smoke, cheap sex, and rotting money. The stench of desperation that clung to the walls like mildew.But it was gone.All of it.The air was clean. The carpets weren’t soaked in sin. The silence wasn’t eerie, it was disciplined. The guards out front looked like men with purpose, not addicts with guns and half a reason to breathe.And him?He was behind a desk.An actual desk.Filing something like he gave a damn. Not a naked girl in sight. Not even a goddamn drink in his hand. Just Nico, clean, organized, untouched.I stared at him.“This your new front?” I muttered, stepping in like I still owned the floor.
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Chapter: His Road to Recovery DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE All my wounds had healed.Physically, at least.The stitches Catalina placed never once tore. Not because of my stillness, I’m not a patient man, but because she watched me like a hawk every time I moved. Her glare carried more weight than a dozen bullets. So I behaved.Mostly.We didn’t talk about what happened that night. Or the nights that followed.But something shifted. Subtle. Like a door left open just enough to feel the wind change.She moved slower around me, but not out of fear.She lingered.Every morning, she helped me sit up even though I could do it myself. She still treated the skin where the bruises had been, palms soft and steady, as if refusing to believe I was fully healed unless she declared it so.Every meal, we ate together. No guards. No meetings. Just us.She made me coffee. Brought me cut fruit. Forced soup down my thro
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Chapter: The Language of Silence CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE He didn’t say anything after that.And neither did I.Dante just let his hand fall back to the mattress, fingers grazing the sheets like he forgot how to hold anything that didn’t hurt.So I stayed.I stayed there, beside him, even when my knees ached and the soreness between my thighs reminded me of everything we did last night. I adjusted the gauze one last time, smoothing it gently. Then reached for the salve, dabbing it against the smaller cuts on his side, ones he probably didn’t even feel, but I did.His breath slowed. Not asleep. Just watching.I didn’t look at him.If I did, something might break inside me.And I couldn’t break. Not yet. Not until everything I buried had its revenge.Instead, I picked up the cloth. Wiped away the dried blood on his abdomen. His neck. The smudge on his jawline that wasn’t mine. I didn’t speak. I didn’t ask.
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Chapter: She Needs Him TooCATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The first thing I felt was heat.Not from the sun, from him.Dante.Pressed against me, still holding me like he thought I’d disappear.His breath was steady.Heavy.Peaceful in a way that didn’t belong to a man like him.I should’ve stayed like that.Let myself pretend a little longer.But something was wrong.The sheets beneath my leg were wet.Not from us.Not from the night we carved into each other.It was thicker.Warmer.Smelled like metal.I sat up fast, and that’s when I saw it,the blood.Seeping through the bandage on his ribs.Soaking into the gauze like it didn’t care this man had almost died once already.The stitches had torn open.From how hard he moved.From how deep he buried himself in me.I clenched my teeth.Hard.The fury came
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Chapter: He Needed HerDANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE - Bedroom I didn’t want to come back to her like this. But I am like this. Stained. Tarnished. Unworthy. So now I’m fucking her like it’s the only language I remember, and maybe it is. My hands on her hips. My mouth dragging across her skin. My cock buried inside her so deep, I swear I’ll leave nothing untouched. Because every thrust is a fucking confession. This one’s for that night I told another woman to moan my name, a name that only ever sounded right from Catalina’s lips. I drive into her harder. This one’s for the girl I pulled into my lap and whispered, "Just pretend you’re her." I grip her tighter. She gasps and arches under me. She thinks this is about need. It’s n
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Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
Warning... or Invitation? That choice is yours.
This isn’t a fairytale.
This isn’t about sweet kisses beneath cherry blossoms or soft smiles under the stars.
No.
This is raw,
This is reckless,
This is “Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire”
A collection of BL short stories carved from lust, laced with obsession, and kissed by chaos.
Each chapter stands on its own, a world where strangers become addictions, roommates cross lines, enemies blur into lovers, and the line between want and need snaps without warning.
These men don’t fall in love.
They fall into temptation.
They crash into each other like lightning against the sea, loud, unforgiving, and beautiful in their destruction.
You’ll find no gentle romance here.
Only the ache of fingertips brushing where they shouldn't, the weight of glances held too long, the gasp before the plunge.
This is for the ones who know love isn’t always tender.
That sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones written in bruises and longing.
This is for those who crave stories that leave a mark, who don’t flinch when desire gets messy, when hearts bleed a little before they beat as one.
Not for the faint-hearted.
Not for the clean-handed.
This is for the bold, the brave, the ones who dare to touch the flame even if it burns.
So turn the page.
Step into the fire.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you---
Because once the embers catch, they never go out.
Read
Chapter: Hero by Day, Villain by Night: Part 14The poison was gone. Burned out of his blood, purged by magic and madness alike.Victor stood still,.sweat clinging to his bare skin, breath ragged, heart loud. The taste of power still crackled in his veins. But for once, it wasn’t rage that consumed him. It was clarity.Aaron lay beneath him, naked, marked, kissed raw. His violet eyes, usually guarded, were wide open. Staring not at the Hero. Not at the Villain. But at him.At Victor.“I never wanted to hurt you,” Victor whispered. His voice shook, hoarse from hours of growled hunger and broken restraint. “Not as the Hero. Not as the monster in the dark. I just-” he stopped. “I wanted you to see me.”Aaron reached up, fingertips brushing Victor’s jaw. His hand trembled, not from fear, but from how much he felt.“I always saw you,” he said quietly. “You’re the only one who ever looked back.”Victor’s breath hitched. He lowered himself again, their foreheads pressed together. Thei
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Chapter: Hero by Day, Villain by Night: Part 13Victor stayed crouched, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat clinging to his chest. His cock twitched again, still half-hard, streaked with the remnants of his release.Aaron watched him from where he stood, wiping the blood and seed from his glove with quiet precision. But there was a pause in the way he moved.A silence.A shift.Victor looked up.And Aaron, finally, looked back.Not at the Hero.But at the Villain.“…It’s you,” Aaron said softly.Victor’s lips curled. “Took you long enough.”Aaron didn’t flinch. “That thing inside you. It wasn’t new.”Victor rose slowly, step by step. His muscles rippled, drenched in shadow and moonlight. “No. It was never separate from me. The magic just… gave it form.”Aaron’s breath caught.Victor stepped forward, slick fingers reaching for Aaron’s throat, not to choke, but to hold. “You never let me touch you like this before.”
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Chapter: Hero by Day, Villain by Night: Part 12Inside the cave, the storm raged harder.Rain drummed against the rocks like war drums. Lightning tore across the sky, flashing against the wet stone walls. The smell of blood clung to Victor’s body, his own.He leaned back against the cave wall, legs splayed, his shirt discarded, drenched in sweat. The poison wasn’t killing him, it was changing him. His heart thundered in his chest like a beast trying to break free.Aaron crouched beside him, hands gloved and steady as he poured another splash of water over the gash along Victor’s arm. “The swelling is getting worse,” he muttered. “You need to focus. Control your breathing.”But Victor wasn’t listening. Not to the words.He was watching Aaron’s throat move as he spoke. Watching the way his wet hair clung to his jaw. That perfect, cold face, always looking away. Never once seeing him.Victor’s hand twitched. The fire in his veins crawled beneath his skin, sparking with hunger. “Aaron…
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Chapter: Hero by Day, Villain by Night: Part 11The throne room gleamed with marble and gold, but tension thickened the air like smoke.Victor knelt, posture rigid, eyes fixed on the red carpet stretching up to the imperial dais. Duke Aaron stood beside him, tall, composed, face carved from the same cold stone as the pillars lining the room.Emperor Melikor leaned forward on his throne, crown casting shadow over his brow. “The Dark Forest festers with beasts,” he said, each word deliberate. “We’ve lost a dozen patrols in a month. The southern provinces are vulnerable. We cannot allow it to spread.”Victor’s voice was curt. “Then send me. I’ll burn them to ash.”The Emperor’s eyes flicked to Aaron. “You’ll go, with the Duke. This requires more than brute strength. Command, composure… clarity.”Victor didn’t so much as glance at Aaron. “As His Majesty commands.”Aaron bowed low. “We’ll leave by dawn.”His tone was formal, but clipped, brisk, distant. The two men turned
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Chapter: Hero by Day, Villain by Night: Part 10The nights bled into one another, moonlight washing over marble as the Villain crept into the Duke's bedchamber.At first, Aaron fought.The first night, he turned away, silent and stiff under the sheets. The Villain said nothing, only pressing a gloved hand over Aaron's mouth while the other slipped beneath the silken hem of his nightshirt. Aaron clawed at his arm. Bit his lip to keep from making a sound. But by dawn, his body betrayed him, trembling, open, aching in places he never thought he’d allow another man to touch.The second night, he glared. "Don’t come back."The Villain only pressed his lips to Aaron’s temple, whispering, "You’ll wait for me."He was right.A week passed, and Aaron no longer locked the window. No longer kept a blade beneath his pillow.Victor, hidden behind the black cloth mask and twin daggers tucked into his belt, slipped through the balcony each time. Unannounced. Uninvited. But expected.
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Chapter: Hero by Day, Villain by Night: Part 9In the weeks that followed, Aaron began to notice a strange and troubling pattern.It started subtly. A visiting noble’s favored knight who once emerged from Aaron’s chamber never made it home. A young captain assigned to Aaron’s guard rotation was ambushed on his return ride. Another, one of the more brazen, who had stayed in Aaron’s bed for two nights straight, simply vanished. No trace. No explanation.By the fourth incident, the palace hushed with rumors.Those who entered the Duke’s chambers at night never returned.Aaron didn’t believe it at first. Refused to. But then, after an evening spent sipping wine with a knight from the Western border, he awoke to blood on the tiles outside his chamber. The man’s ring, his family crest, lay in the fountain.After that, no one dared come close. Not out of respect. Out of fear.Victor, ever silent, ever watchful, stood on the sidelines like the perfect Hero. Cold, composed, focused. B
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