LOGINLance 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
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
They 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’
By evening, the mansion had settled into a strange new rhythm.Dinner had been loud, Porto talking too much, Mar asking unnecessary questions, Ylva watching Jungwoo like she was studying him, and Ping Lee and Ragnar speaking occasionally in low, controlled tones like everything else in the room did
The cars arrived late in the morning.Everyone was already outside in the front courtyard, Porto leaning against the railing, Mar sitting on the hood of a car, Ylva standing with her arms crossed, Lance slightly behind everyone, and Ragnar at the front, calm and still as always.The black car stopp
The next day…Ylva arrived in the afternoon without warning. The hospital room door swung open and she walked in like she owned the place, her presence loud, confident, alive in a way that immediately filled the quiet room.“Lance!” she called the moment she saw him.Before he could even sit up pro
Ragnar stilled, listening carefully as the footsteps echoed through the hallway.“There are about ten people coming,” he said quietly.Lance’s eyes widened. “Shit… that’s bad, right? That’s definitely bad.”Ragnar nodded. “We can’t fight them off in this state. We have to escape.”He grabbed Lance’







