LOGINThey didn’t stop.Not immediately.The kiss kept going—slower now, but deeper, like neither of them was in a hurry to pull away. The tension that had been building for so long had finally found somewhere to go, and neither of them seemed willing to interrupt it.Ragnar’s hand slid from Lance’s neck, then back up again—but this time, it didn’t stop at his jaw.It moved higher.And then—His arms wrapped around Lance’s neck.Not controlled.Not calculated.Just… instinct.That—That was new.And it hit Lance harder than anything else.His breath caught slightly against Ragnar’s lips, his grip tightening at Ragnar’s waist as something in him shifted. The confidence, the teasing control he’d been holding onto—it didn’t disappear, but it cracked just enough for something softer to slip through.Because Ragnar wasn’t just responding anymore.He was holding onto him.Lance leaned into it without thinking, his body reacting before his mind could catch up, pressing closer, deeper into the mome
Ragnar didn’t wait long after the meeting ended.He dismissed the others with the same calm authority he always had, but there was something sharper beneath it now, something restrained, barely held in place.The moment the room cleared, he moved.Straight out. No hesitation.He already knew where Lance would be.The kitchen was quiet.Too quiet compared to the tension that had filled the room minutes ago.Lance stood by the counter, one hand resting against it while the other lifted a glass of water to his lips. He looked completely unbothered, like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just said all that in front of everyone.Like he hadn’t crossed a line.The door opened behind him.He didn’t turn immediately.He already knew.Ragnar stepped in, the door closing a little harder than usual behind him, not a slam, but enough to carry intent.“Do you find this amusing?”Lance took another slow sip before answering, setting the glass down with a soft clink.“…A little,” he admitted, fin
Ragnar stayed still for a moment after Lance’s words settled into him.“I love you… so fucking much.”The sentence lingered, not loud, not overwhelming, just there, sitting in the space between them like something solid. Something that couldn’t be taken back.He exhaled slowly.Then, carefully, he removed Lance’s arms from around him, not roughly, not rejecting, just enough to turn.To face him.Lance didn’t step back.Didn’t even try to hide the way he was looking at him now, open, bright, completely unguarded in a way he hadn’t been in days.And that alone was… dangerous.Ragnar’s expression settled back into something more controlled, though not as cold as before.“Don’t misunderstand this,” he said.His voice was steady again. Grounded.But not distant.“This does not mean we are in a relationship.”Lance blinked.Once.Then—He smiled.Not small. Not subtle.Wide.Unapologetic.Like he hadn’t even heard the warning part.“…So you like me too,” he said immediately, voice light, al
They broke apart slowly.Not abruptly, not awkwardly, just enough for air, for space, for reality to settle back in.But it didn’t feel the same anymore.Nothing about it did.The room felt different now. Not louder, not brighter, just… altered, like something irreversible had clicked into place and neither of them had fully processed it yet.Lance was the first to really look at him properly.Not the cold version of him. Not the boss. Not the wall he usually hid behind.Just Ragnar.And the second he did, something in Lance shifted.A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. Slow. Knowing.Dangerous in its own way.“…So,” he murmured, voice lower now, lighter, like the tension that had been suffocating him for days had finally snapped, “you do have a heart after all.”Ragnar didn’t answer immediately.And that alone said everything.Because for the first time, He looked… off.Not shaken. Not out of control.But not entirely composed either.His usual stillness was there, but it wasn’
Ragnar didn’t remain seated for long after the call ended.The moment the line went dead, the silence returned to his office but it no longer pressed in on him the way it had before. It wasn’t suffocating, wasn’t chaotic or resisting him.It was clear.Decisive.Zara’s voice lingered in his mind, steady and unyielding, cutting clean through every excuse he had tried to construct.If you don’t say anything, you’ll lose him.Ragnar exhaled slowly and rose from his chair in one controlled motion. Everything about him remained composed, his cuffs aligned, his posture straight, his expression unreadable as ever.But beneath that control, something had already shifted.He didn’t hesitate.“Send Lance to my office.”The instruction left him as calmly as any other order, nothing in his tone betraying the weight behind it. To anyone listening, it was routine. Ordinary.It wasn’t.Lance didn’t rush when the message reached him.He didn’t do that anymore.There had been a time, recent, embarrass
Zara didn’t speak right away after that.Not because she didn’t have anything to say but because she could feel it.The shift.Small, quiet… but real.For the first time in a long time, Ragnar wasn’t shutting the conversation down. He wasn’t dismissing, redirecting, or cutting things off the moment they got too personal.He was still there.Still listening.Still… open.And that alone made something warm settle in her chest.“…You should tell him.”The words came gently, but they didn’t waver.Ragnar’s brows pulled together slightly. “Tell him what?”Zara didn’t entertain that. “How you feel.”The response was immediate.“No.”Flat.Certain.Zara smiled faintly, like she had expected that answer before he even said it. “Ragnar—”“I don’t do that,” he cut in.There it was.That wall again.Solid.Familiar.Zara didn’t push against it harshly. She never had.Instead, her voice softened, steady and patient. “No,” she agreed quietly, “you don’t.”A pause.Then,“But you’ve also never been
Lance’s hands were shaking as he finally got the ropes off Ragnar’s wrists. The fibers were tight and rough, and his fingers were slippery with dried and fresh blood, but he managed to loosen the knots enough to pull Ragnar’s hands free.“Come on… come on…” Lance muttered under his breath, moving q
The next evening Mar found Lance sitting alone outside the quarters, on the low concrete wall near the fence. He had a bottle in his hand but wasn’t really drinking, just turning it slowly between his fingers like he was thinking too hard.Mar walked over and stood in front of him for a moment befo
Days passed, and Mar decided he was going to help Lance get rid of whatever madness this was. At first, he thought it was just a stupid crush that would disappear if Lance stayed busy enough or met someone else. But the more time he spent watching him, the more he realized this was not something sm
Lance blinked.He felt like he'd been hit with a ton of bricks.Once.Twice.Then he laughed.Not a normal laugh, too quick, too loud, too forced.“What?” he said, still half laughing. “Where the hell did that come from?”Mar didn’t laugh.Didn’t smile.Didn’t even move.He just kept looking at Lan


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