MasukNickI couldn’t stop pacing back and forth.The room felt too small, like the walls were inching closer every second. My footsteps echoed sharply against the floor, matching the frantic rhythm of my breathing. The ring was still in my hand, I hadn’t even realized I’d slipped it back onto my finger.My chest rose too fast.Think…..just think.I dragged a hand through my hair, fingers trembling slightly. My mind wouldn’t settle. Every thought crashed into the next, messy and loud, refusing to line up.Then there was a knock.I stopped mid-step, heart jumping.“Come in,” I said quickly, already turning.The door opened, and Ben stepped in.I didn’t even let him finish closing it.“Have you found her yet?” I demanded, my voice tight, almost cracking.Ben’s shoulders stiffened. He looked at me, and something in his eyes told me the answer before he spoke.“We haven’t found her yet.”The words hit like cold water, my jaw clenched hard.“Gather all the guards,” I said immediately, my tone cu
Nick“Come on,” she said softly, almost teasing. “Make me take off the ring.”Rixa moved closer, slow and deliberate, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger, her lips curved as she bit down on her lower lip, eyes locked on mine like she was enjoying every second of this twisted game.I didn’t move, for a second, I just stared at her, chest rising and falling, anger buzzing under my skin like a live wire.God… this girl is really, really crazy.My jaw clenched so tight it ached. How did my life derail this badly in just a few hours? How did I go from waking up thinking Lyra was still mine to standing here, staring at a woman who had completely lost her grip on reality?“Do you really think I won’t take the ring off you?” I asked coldly.Her smile didn’t falter, I took a step closer, towering over her now, my voice low but sharp. “I’ve been watching you, watching how you move…..how you talk and how bold you think you are and trust me, I see you clearly now.”She tilted
Nick“Lyraaaa…”My voice came out distorted, thick with sleep, rough at the edges as I pulled her closer to me, my body still buried deep in unconsciousness. My arm tightened instinctively around her, drawing her flush against my chest. I smiled without realizing it, a lazy, satisfied smile stretching across my face as comfort settled into my bones, she was warm.My hand moved on its own, familiar, relaxed, settling against her body as I pulled her even closer, pressing my face toward her neck. Everything felt right, like the night before hadn’t been a dream.Then…I paused, something was wrong.I inhaled again, slower this time, this smell…My brows knitted faintly as my mind stirred, confusion bleeding into my sleep. This wasn’t Lyra’s scent. It was sharper and different, unfamiliar.What’s this smell? My eyes flew open instantly.Blonde hair filled my vision.My heart slammed violently against my ribs.Blonde…?What the heck?How the heck did Lyra’s hair change to blonde?My thought
LyraMy hands moved to the towel instinctively, fingers tightening as I adjusted it around my body, as I stepped closer to him lying on the floor. One hand remained clamped over my mouth, muffling the sharp sound of my breathing. My entire body was shaking now, small, uncontrollable tremors that started in my fingers and spread everywhere else.Oh no.My heart slammed hard against my ribs.He can’t be dead… can he?The thought terrified me so much my knees weakened. I lowered myself slowly, squatting beside him, my movements stiff and unsure. My hands hovered in the air for a moment before I forced myself to act, with trembling fingers, I leaned closer and brought them near his nose.My breath hitched sharply.Oh no… no, no.My legs gave out completely, and I sank to the floor beside him, the cold surface biting into my skin, my chest felt tight, like there wasn’t enough air in the room. I leaned closer, panic flooding every part of me.Why isn’t he breathing?My heart began racing w
LyraThe moment he pulled away, the room seemed to tilt, I was still breathing hard, chest rising too fast, my legs trembling beneath me like they didn’t remember how to hold weight anymore. My fingers curled instinctively into the edge of the counter, knuckles pale, as if letting go would make everything I’d just done crash down all at once.Nick stepped back first, he didn’t look rushed, didn’t look awkward, he simply reached for a tissue from the counter like this was routine, like nothing unusual had just happened. I watched him wipe his hands calmly, methodically, before tossing the tissue away and pulling on his shorts.Meanwhile, I stood there frozen, exposed in more ways than one, heat flooding my face as reality slammed into me.What the heck have I done?The question screamed in my head.My hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling through it as panic set in. I turned away from him quickly, scrambling for my clothes, my movements clumsy, rushed, like I could somehow undo the l
LyraDamn.“I want more…”My voice came out breathless, shaky, and Nick didn’t waste a second. His lips crashed into mine again, hard, hungry. My hands pressed into his hair, pulling him closer, needing more, craving it.His hands fumbled at my body while his mouth did the real damage, teasing, sucking, stealing my breath until I couldn’t think straight. My eyes fluttered shut, my fingers gripping his hair like it was the only thing keeping me upright.God… he’s so good.I missed this.His mouth moved lower, leaving my lips, and suddenly we were both breathing hard. But he wasn’t done, not even close. His hands slid to my thighs as his kisses trailed downward, slow and deliberate, from my chest to my stomach. My head fell back, my body arching instinctively under his touch.My hands moved without thought, slipping away what was in the way, his dark eyes lifted to mine as he bit his lower lip, gaze heated.“So clean…”His hand moved between my thighs, but I caught his wrist. He paused,







