روايات بقلم Lessy

The reinforced doors of Marcus’s inner chamber loomed like a barrier between anticipation and chaos. Damian’s fingers tightened slightly around Eli’s wrist, a grounding touch that sent a shiver through him. Every muscle in Eli’s body was tense, alert, yet the heat of Damian’s presence offered reassurance. “This is it,” Damian murmured, voice low, his lips brushing Eli’s temple in a fleeting but intimate gesture. “Once we step through, there’s no turning back.” Eli swallowed, heart pounding, both from the impending confrontation and the closeness of Damian’s body pressed to his. “I trust you,” he whispered. “Completely.” A slow, possessive smile curved Damian’s lips. “Good. That trust… it’s going to keep you alive. And tonight, it’s going to give us everything we need.” Entry Into the Lion’s Den With a signal to Alpha and Bravo, Damian pushed the doors open. Darkness greeted them, punctuated by the

The safehouse was quiet, but the calm was deceptive. Damian moved like a predator in the dim light, scanning every map, analyzing every movement Marcus could make next. Every potential exit, every possible ally, every secondary trap was accounted for. Eli watched him, still wrapped in a blanket, coffee in hand. “You never stop,” he murmured softly, a mix of awe and exasperation in his voice. Damian didn’t look up. “I can’t afford to. Not when he’s still out there. Not when he thinks he has the upper hand.” Eli took a slow sip, letting the warmth calm him. “I just… I don’t know how you do it. Stay this focused after everything.” Damian finally glanced at him, eyes dark but soft. “It’s not about me. It’s about making sure you’re safe. That the people I care about survive.” His voice softened slightly. “And you, Eli… are at the center of that.” Eli felt a heat rise to his cheeks. “I’m scared,” he admi

The streets were quiet on the drive back. Even the city seemed to be holding its breath after the chaos they had left behind. Damian’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but his posture remained controlled. Every instinct, every muscle, remained on alert. Eli sat beside him, fingers intertwined with Damian’s when he dared. His heart still raced, replaying every second of the confrontation. Marcus had been reckless—almost careless—but Damian’s calculated precision had turned it into a near-perfect victory. Still, Eli couldn’t shake the tension coiling inside him. “Are you okay?” Damian asked quietly, breaking the silence. Eli nodded, though his voice trembled slightly. “I think so. I just… I can’t believe he actually—” Damian cut him off with a sharp exhale. “Don’t think about him. Focus on us, here, now. That’s what matters.” Eli let his head rest lightly against Damian’s shoulder. It was strange, and yet grounding. Despite the adrenaline, despite the chaos,

Eli woke before the alarm.For a moment, he didn’t recognize the room—the unfamiliar ceiling, the faint hum of reinforced walls, the dim grey light of dawn sliding across polished floors. Then he felt the heavy arm draped across his waist, the warm weight of Damian’s body behind him, and everything snapped back into place.The safehouse. The plan. Today.Damian was awake—Eli could feel it in the tension of his breathing, the way his fingers curled possessively against Eli’s stomach.“You’re thinking too loudly,” Damian murmured into the back of Eli’s neck.Eli let out a shaky breath. “So are you.”Damian shifted, rolling slightly so he could see Eli’s face. His eyes were sharp despite the hour—focused, calculating, already preparing for the day ahead.But underneath all that steel was something softer. Something only Eli ever got to see.“Are you scared?” Damian asked quietly.Eli hesitated, then n

The car rides in silence, the city blurring past as Damian grips the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes focused. Eli sits close, still feeling the adrenaline from the standoff, but there’s a new sense of safety now—a feeling anchored in Damian’s unyielding presence. “You handled yourself well,” Damian murmurs, voice low, almost a growl. “Better than I expected. Your composure… it matters. A lot.” Eli swallows, warmth rising in his chest. “I… I stayed close to you. You told me to trust you, and I did.” Damian glances at him, eyes softened just slightly, but still edged with authority. “Exactly. That trust… that obedience… it’s part of why you’re safe. Part of why you’re mine. And you did well. But there’s more to come.” Eli leans slightly into him, heart still racing. “What happens next?” Damian’s hand brushes along the back of Eli’s shoulder, firm and grounding

The next morning arrives like a razor. The sunlight is harsh, cutting through the city as if highlighting every danger lurking in the shadows. Damian stands by the window, arms crossed, eyes scanning the streets below, analyzing every possible threat. Eli watches him, heart hammering, the adrenaline from last night’s encounter still simmering. “You can’t see them all,” Eli whispers, more to himself than to Damian. “I don’t need to,” Damian replies, voice calm but layered with intensity. “I only need to see the ones who matter. Marcus is smart, but he underestimates me. And that’s his first mistake.” Eli swallows hard, glancing at Damian. There’s a sharp edge to him this morning, a quiet ferocity that makes Eli’s pulse quicken. He knows that edge isn’t just strategy—it’s protection, possessiveness, and dominance all rolled into one. Damian steps closer, brushing a hand along Eli’s jaw