LOGINThe transition from the kitchen to the privacy of the bedroom was a blur of quiet footsteps and muffled breaths.They barely made it through the door before the tension from the kitchen snapped back into place.Lance didn't even give Ragnar a chance to turn on the light.He caught him by the waist, pulling him back into a kiss that was much hungrier than the one before.They stumbled toward the bed, the mattress dipping as they collapsed onto it.Lance was on top of him instantly, his weight a heavy, welcome pressure.The playful smirk he’d worn in the kitchen was gone, replaced by a focused, desperate intensity.He pinned Ragnar’s wrists above his head, his chest heaving against Ragnar’s."I’ve been waiting all day for this," Lance breathed, his voice a low vibration against Ragnar’s lips."Just you. No distractions."He began to trail kisses down Ragnar’s jawline, his breathing becoming more jagged.Ragnar’s usual icy composure was fraying as he felt the heat of Lance's body pressin
The kitchen had gone quiet in that late-hour way, the kind of stillness that settled after everyone else had finished moving for the day. The lights were dim, not dark, just soft enough to make everything feel a little more private than it should have been. It wasn’t empty, but it felt like it.Lance leaned back against the counter, arms loosely crossed, watching Ragnar like he had been for the past few minutes without even trying to hide it. Ragnar stood across from him, pouring a glass of water with that same steady, controlled precision he brought to everything, like this was just another normal moment in a normal day.To him, maybe it was.To Lance, it wasn’t.Not after everything that day had been.Not after watching Ylva move in and out of Ragnar’s space like she belonged there, like she had a claim Lance couldn’t touch, couldn’t interrupt, couldn’t compete with even if he tried. And yeah, logically, Lance knew why. He knew exactly who she was to Ragnar. That didn’t magically ma
Lance didn’t hesitate this time.No pacing outside the door, no pretending he was just passing by. He pushed into Ragnar’s office like he had every right to be there, shutting the door behind him with a quiet but deliberate click.Ragnar looked up immediately.He didn’t ask if something was wrong. He didn’t need to. Lance’s expression said enough.“…What is it?” Ragnar asked, setting his pen down.Lance didn’t sit. He stayed standing in front of the desk, arms crossed, posture tight in a way that made it obvious he’d been holding this in for a while.“Ylva,” he said flatly.Ragnar’s expression didn’t change. “What about her?”Lance let out a slow breath, like he was trying not to sound as irritated as he felt and failing anyway.“She’s always around you.”It came out blunt. No dressing it up.Ragnar leaned back slightly in his chair, watching him. “Yes.”That one word was calm, simple, and somehow still annoying.Lance frowned. “That’s it?”“What else would you like me to say?” Ragnar
The shift didn’t hit Lance all at once.At first, it was just… small interruptions.A meeting that ran longer than usual. A door that stayed closed when it normally wouldn’t. A conversation that ended the moment he walked in, not in a suspicious way, just in that clean, controlled way Ragnar had of deciding something was over.Lance didn’t think much of it.Not immediately.He was used to Ragnar being busy. Used to the constant movement, the structure, the work that never really stopped. That wasn’t new.What was new—Was her.Ylva moved through the estate like she had always belonged there, like nothing had changed, like her absence had just been a pause instead of a break. She spoke to the staff with quiet familiarity, stepped into spaces without hesitation, and most importantly—She had access.Not forced. Not questioned.Just… natural.And Lance noticed it the first time he walked into Ragnar’s office and saw her already there.She wasn’t sitting.She never sat like that.She stoo
Ylva didn’t send a message before she came back, and somehow that made her presence feel sharper the moment she appeared. In a place where everything was timed, tracked, expected, her return cut through the routine like it didn’t belong to it. One moment the estate was quiet and controlled, the next she was standing in the main hall like she had never left at all.Lance saw her before anyone else reacted. He had been halfway down the stairs, attention split between work and everything else that had been circling his mind lately, and then his eyes lifted and locked.Ylva.He stopped.So did she.The space between them wasn’t far, but it stretched anyway, thick with something neither of them reached for. She looked the same at first glance. Same posture, same steady presence, same eyes that always seemed to see more than they said. But there was something sharper now, something more defined, like distance had shaped her into something quieter but harder.“…Lance.”His name came out the
Ragnar didn’t announce it like something important.That was the first thing Lance noticed.There was no buildup, no warning that this was meant to be anything more than another task. Ragnar simply walked into the room that morning, gave a brief look over the group, and said, “You’re coming with me.”Not just to Lance.To the others too. A few of the newer ones. The ones still learning, still being shaped.Lance didn’t question it. He stood when Ragnar did, fell into step behind him like always, his expression calm, unreadable. From the outside, nothing about him had changed.Inside—It was quieter than it should have been.The drive out was uneventful.No one spoke much. The air inside the vehicle stayed still, heavy with that unspoken understanding that this wasn’t routine work. Not paperwork, not coordination, not strategy.This was something else.Training.Or maybe exposure.Lance leaned back slightly in his seat, his gaze drifting to the window as the scenery shifted. Buildings
The party slowly returned to its earlier rhythm after Marcus’s arrival. Music drifted through the grand hall once again, rich violin notes blending with laughter and conversation. Waiters moved gracefully between guests carrying trays of champagne while couples swayed across the polished marble da
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
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
Night had settled heavily over the Zorin estate.Lance sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees.The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the bedside table. He hadn’t bothered turning on the main lights.Sleep wasn’t coming anyway.His fingers absently traced the edge







