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CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
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2026-04-22 19:52:11
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COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER NINETY
By the time they stepped out of the bathroom, the moment had already begun to fold in on itself—not erased, not forgotten, just quietly set aside like something fragile neither of them was ready to examine too closely. It lingered in the air, in the warmth that hadn’t fully faded, but neither of them reached for it. Not yet.Ragnar moved first, like he always did.A towel rested loosely over his shoulders as he crossed the room, his posture already shifting back into something more familiar, something controlled. Every movement was precise, deliberate, as if he were reassembling himself piece by piece. By the time he reached his clothes, the transformation was nearly complete. Button by button, the softness from earlier disappeared beneath that usual composure, that distance he wore so effortlessly it might as well have been part of him.Anyone walking in at that moment would’ve seen nothing unusual.Just Ragnar. Untouchable. Unreadable.Like always.Lance noticed.Of course he did.H
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE
Morning didn’t rush them.It unfolded slowly, sunlight slipping through the curtains in soft streaks, warming the room just enough to make everything feel quieter, heavier in that peaceful kind of way. The sheets were still tangled, the air still carrying the faint trace of the night before, something unspoken, something that lingered.Ragnar was the first to shift.Not abruptly. Not carelessly.Just a small movement at first, his arm sliding free, his body turning slightly as he sat up at the edge of the bed. There was a moment where he just stayed there, back straight, shoulders set, like he was gathering himself again.Control returning.It always did.Lance watched him from the bed, half-awake, one arm still stretched across the empty space Ragnar had left behind. His eyes were heavy, but the second he focused on Ragnar—He didn’t look away.Didn’t even try to hide it.Ragnar stood, reaching for his clothes with that same quiet precision. Every movement was measured, familiar, lik
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
The morning came quietly, soft light slipping through the curtains and spilling across the room in a warm, muted glow. Nothing outside had changed but inside, everything had shifted into something softer, slower, almost unfamiliar.Lance was awake first.Not fully alert, not rushing into the day, just there. Still. Present. One arm wrapped securely around Ragnar from behind, holding him close beneath the sheets like he wasn’t in any hurry to let go.There was no tension in it.No hesitation.Just warmth.His hand moved slowly over Ragnar’s side, not wandering, not careless, grounding touches, like he was checking that this was real without needing to say it out loud.Ragnar stirred faintly at the contact. Not pulling away. Not resisting. Just a small shift, the kind that comes with waking up and realizing you’re not alone.Lance leaned in closer, his breath brushing against Ragnar’s shoulder before his lips followed, soft, unhurried, careful.“…Hey,” he murmured.His voice was deeper
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN
The bedroom was quiet, except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Lance had Ragnar backed up against the mattress, his hands sliding firmly under Ragnar’s shirt. Usually, Lance was the one making jokes to break the tension, but his face was dead serious now. He pushed Ragnar back, and Ragnar let himself fall onto the bed, his heart thudding against his ribs.Lance didn't waste a second. He crawled over him, pinning Ragnar down with his weight. He looked down at him, his eyes dark and focused."Ragnar," Lance said, his voice sounding rough. "Please. I’m not kidding. I want this so bad."Ragnar looked up at him, a bit stunned. He was used to the icy distance he kept between himself and everyone else, but Lance was melting right through it. Lance leaned down, his face inches from Ragnar’s, his breath hot against his skin."Please," Lance begged again. He grabbed Ragnar’s hands, locking their fingers together and pressing them into the pillows. "Let me. I want to put it in. I’ve been
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX
Lance didn’t knock.He hadn’t in weeks.At this point, it wasn’t even a question it was just something he did. The door opened like it always did, quiet but unannounced, like he belonged there.“Ragnar—”He stopped mid-step.Ragnar stood with his back turned, just pulling a shirt over his head when Lance walked in but not fast enough.For a second, Lance just stared.Because he hadn’t seen that before.A scar.Long. Faded, but unmistakable. It stretched across Ragnar’s back, cutting through the smoothness of his skin in a way that didn’t match the rest of him at all. It wasn’t small either. It wasn’t something you could miss once you saw it.And for someone like Ragnar, Someone so controlled, so put together, so… perfectly composed, It stood out.Lance’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face before he could hide it.Ragnar noticed immediately.Of course he did.His movements stilled for just a second before he finished pulling the shirt on anyway, slower now, more
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE
The shift between them didn’t happen all at once.It wasn’t loud or obvious, nothing that could be pointed at and named in a single moment. There was no clear beginning, no exact point where things changed. If anything, it was the kind of thing you only noticed after it had already settled in, quietly, steadily, until it became impossible to ignore.Over the next few weeks, it grew.From the outside, Ragnar was exactly the same. His routine never faltered. He still woke early, still moved through his days with that same precision and control, the same cold efficiency that defined everything he did. Orders were given without hesitation, decisions made without doubt, and his presence remained as sharp and intimidating as ever.To anyone else, nothing had changed.But Lance noticed.Of course he did.Because the difference wasn’t in what Ragnar did, it was in what he allowed.At first, it was something so small it could’ve been dismissed.Lance stopped knocking.The first time it happene
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Lance got out of that room faster than he should’ve.His heart was still racing, his thoughts tangled into something messy and dangerous. He had just been standing in the same space as his girlfriend… and her father, the man he couldn’t stop thinking about.What kind of messed-up situation even was
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Several months passed, and whatever Lance had hoped would fade… didn’t.If anything, it got worse.By the time his body fully healed and he was back on regular duty, it meant one thing, he was around Ragnar even more.And that was the problem.Because Lance wasn’t even pretending anymore, at least
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER THIRTY
The room fell into a brief, stunned silence as both Lance and Tamera looked at Ragnar.Then—Tamera burst into laughter.Bright, unbothered laughter, like nothing about what he had just said was strange at all.“That’s so cool,” she grinned.Lance just stared at Ragnar, completely thrown.“You just
COLLATERAL DESIRE CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Tamera sat cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by toys that looked like they had slowly taken over the entire living room. Colorful blocks, stuffed animals, puzzle pieces, half of it was scattered around like a tiny battlefield of childhood chaos.Lance sat across from her, holding a stuffed din
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