Novels by Zaviu

"Then I suppose," Arga murmured, his breath cool against the feverish heat of Anji’s neck, "you have no choice but to let me guide you."Anji stood frozen in the pitch black lobby. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Arga’s fingers were steady, immovable anchors on his jawline. Every time the office security system hummed, a faint red emergency light pulsed, casting long, grotesque shadows across the marble floors. Anji felt his knees buckle, but Arga caught him, his grip turning from a firm hold to a supportive, bracing clasp."I am fine," Anji lied, his voice sounding thin and broken."You are a ticking time bomb," Arga replied, his tone as detached as a surgeon’s. "And you are currently vibrating with a frequency that is not human. Lean on me if you have to, but do not lie to me."Anji let his head fall forward, his forehead pressing against Arga’s shoulder. The contact was shocking. Arga did not radiate the chaotic, desperate hunger of the other men. Instead, he

The steel doors rattled in their tracks as the elevator descended, but the silence inside the small metal box was deafening. Anji pressed his back against the cool wall, his chest heaving with shallow, jagged breaths. The sensation of Arga’s hand against the door was still vibrating in his mind, a lingering ghost of pressure that made his own skin prickle with an uncomfortable, crawling heat. He looked at his reflection in the mirrored panel. He appeared pale, his eyes wide and glassy, and a sheen of cold sweat coated his forehead. The high of the board meeting was completely gone. In its place was a hollow, aching emptiness that gnawed at his gut, an agonizing hunger that felt like his nervous system was unspooling.The elevator hit the ground floor with a soft chime. Anji stumbled out into the lobby. The building was vast, filled with the hum of climate control and the distant clicking of keyboards. He felt like a fever patient wandering through a blizzard. Every sound was too loud.

Anji did not push back. He forced his muscles to relax, letting his body go limp in the grip of the man who had despised him for years. As Randy pulled him closer, the heat in Anji’s veins intensified. He could see the struggle in Randy’s eyes. It was a war between ingrained professional malice and an sudden, overwhelming biological impulse. Randy’s hand trembled against Anji’s throat, the knuckles white and strained."Let go, Randy," Anji whispered. His voice was steady, resonant, and carried a weird, hypnotic quality that he had not possessed yesterday.Randy blinked. The aggressive tension in his shoulders seemed to snap like a rubber band. He released the tie as if it had burned him, stumbling backward until he hit the glass wall of the office partition. He gasped for air, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide, darting around the room as if he were trying to remember how he had ended up in such a compromising position."What is wrong with me?" Randy muttered, his voice cracking. H

The heart did not stop. Instead, it hammered against his ribs with a new, frantic velocity. Anji collapsed onto his side, his breath hitching in his chest as the searing heat in his blood began to settle into a cold, hummed frequency. He forced his eyes open. The basement was no longer just a room. Every speck of dust dancing in the air looked like a suspended diamond. Every shadow had depth, a velvet weight that felt heavy enough to touch. He pushed himself up, his muscles feeling coiled, supple, and lethal. He stood, and for the first time in his life, he did not feel small. He felt like a predator wearing a human skin.He stumbled toward the stairwell, his legs moving with a fluid grace that defied his exhaustion. He gripped the metal railing, and the cool steel felt like an extension of his own fingers. By the time he reached the main floor of the office, the sun was already bleeding through the glass panes of the lobby. He caught his reflection in a passing window. His eyes were

The board meeting room felt smaller than usual. Anji gripped the edge of the mahogany table, his knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white. At the head of the table, Randy leaned back in his leather chair, a smug smirk etched onto his face. He toyed with a golden fountain pen, tapping it rhythmically against his chin. The air in the room was stale, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the crushing weight of impending failure."It is a shame, Anji," Randy said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. He turned to the other executives, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "We really needed a visionary for the regional expansion. Unfortunately, your latest projections were as flat as your personality. Perhaps the filing room is a better fit for your current skillset."A ripple of stifled laughter moved through the room. Anji felt his face burn. He stared at the spreadsheet displayed on the monitor, the red numbers mocking him. He had worked eighty hours a week for this promotion. He h