LOGINEvery breath without you tastes like dust. I’m convinced even death would feel kinder than living in your absence.EZREAL’S POVThe memory faded, leaving only the weight of it behind. “This fight,” I said softly, back in the present, “we will win. Because I’m not reacting anymore. I’m placing my pieces exactly where they need to be.”I straightened. “I’ll use every connection I have. Every favor. Every shadow. I’ll wage war on the Order of Thorn, on Lucien, on the Black Dogs–on anyone who stands in our way.”Baron stepped closer. “Then I’m with you,” he said. “Every step of the way, Ezreal. I promise you. I'll never leave you here.”Relief hit me harder than any victory ever had. Then his expression shifted. It was serious now and very protective. “When Aiden goes to Malrick,” he said, “I need you to make sure he’s safe. I'm asking as a request, Ez. He's still young. It's bad enough that his father was crazy. He doesn't deserve any of this at all.”“I know and I will,” I said without
Once I'd tried to kill the part of me that wants you.It didn’t die–it screamed your name and resurrected itself twice as hungry.EZREAL’S POVI looked at Baron and knew, truly, that there was no escaping this anymore. Not the truth. Not him. I couldn't hide it forever. And it was finally time to tell him. Just so he wouldn't feel like I was keeping him away from everything again. There was a way he held himself when he wanted answers. Still. Watchful. Not demanding, not pleading, just present. It was the same posture he’d used in confessionals for decades, the same one that made men unravel without realizing they were doing it. I had built empires on strategy and silence, but Baron had always been my one weakness. I exhaled slowly. “Come with me,” I said. “We’ll talk upstairs. It's safer and quieter there.”He didn’t argue. That, more than anything, told me how deep this had already gone. We moved through the halls in silence, past stone and shadow and history that had been soaked
You didn’t ruin me. You simply revealed the parts of me that were always yours. BARON’S POV Aiden’s eyes widened, but he didn’t recoil. That mattered. He didn’t leap from the chair. Didn’t shout. Didn’t plead. He just went very still, like an animal that knew panic would get it killed faster than obedience. “I already met him,” Aiden said carefully. “These days, he comes to me, he wants me to submit to him. He says he wants me to be his…his whore. He threatened my mother and my siblings.” I froze at the words. Ezreal didn’t move. His grip on my hand tightened–just slightly. Not possession but something else… Reassurance maybe. “This time,” Ezreal said, “you will be the one to go to him. Not to accept his offer, but to do something else.” The silence that followed pressed down on my chest. I felt it in my ribs. The fear and the anticipation for whatever plan he had. Aiden swallowed, hard. “You want me to spy on him.” He said but Ezreal shook his head. “No,” Ezreal replied
If anyone tries to take you again, I won’t fight them– I'll end them so thoroughly their absence becomes genetic.BARON’S POVThe door closed behind us with a sound that felt heavier than it should’ve been. Not loud. Not final. Just… deliberate. I’d learned to listen to doors in Ezreal’s world. Some meant safety. Some meant blood. This one meant anticipation. Vincent led the way down the hall, his stride controlled, shoulders squared like he was bracing for impact that hadn’t come yet. I knew he was worried about Aiden. I saw the feelings I had for Ezreal gleaming in Vincent's eyes. We were both smitten by men–and I was sure he'd do anything to protect Aiden.Just the way I'd protect Ezreal. With my life. Ezreal walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed. He didn’t hold my hand, but the nearness was intentional. Grounding. A quiet reminder that I wasn’t walking into this alone.I breathed that in. It felt satisfying to know that he was here with me. The atmosphere in the
EZREAL’S POVI saw the shift in Vincent’s eyes the moment I said the young priest’s name. It was subtle. Anyone else would’ve missed it, written it off as surprise or reluctance. But I’d known Vincent too long. I’d watched him stare down gun barrels without blinking, walk through fire without hesitation. That flicker wasn’t fear. It was personal. He masked it quickly, as he always did, but the damage was done. Aiden wasn’t just an asset to him. He was a fault line. Vincent turned away first, already moving down the corridor like distance could lock his reaction back into place. I let him take three steps before I spoke.“You don’t have to like it,” I said evenly. “You just have to do it clean.” He stopped.Didn’t turn around.“I know,” he replied. His voice was steady, but there was a tension in it now…pulled tight like wire under strain. “I’ll handle it.”“I know you will,” I said. “That’s why I asked you.”That made him look back. For a split second, something unguarded crossed his
I don’t just want you near me… I want you where even my pulse can’t escape without touching you first.BARON’S POVI let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and shook my head slowly. “That’s not what I mean,” I said.Ezreal stilled, his attention sharpening fully on me. Not guarded… listening. “I don’t want to stand in front of you,” I continued, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t want to be the shield. I don’t want to be brave in ways that get me killed just to prove a point.”His jaw flexed, but he didn’t interrupt. “I just don’t want to be blind,” I said quietly. “Because that’s where fear grows. In the dark. In the silence. In the spaces where I start imagining things that are worse than the truth.” I lifted my head enough to look at him properly. “When you disappear and I don’t know why… when things happen and I’m the last to hear about them—it doesn’t make me feel protected. It makes me feel replaceable. Like I’m something you’re guarding instead of someone you’re s







