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Chapter 20: Nikolai’s POV – Slow Erosion
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His to Keep Chapter 22: Nikolai’s POV – Deepening Currents
Chapter 22: Nikolai’s POV – Deepening CurrentsNikolai woke with the ghost of Arlo’s touch still lingering on his skin. The memory of last night played behind his closed eyes like a perfectly cataloged film reel: Arlo’s shaky hand wrapping around him, the broken way he’d gasped Nikolai’s name as he came, the way their foreheads had pressed together in the aftermath while their breathing slowly synced. It had been raw, imperfect, and deeply satisfying. A significant step forward in a game Nikolai had been orchestrating for years.He turned his head on the pillow. The guest room was empty Arlo had retreated there sometime after midnight, as expected. Nikolai respected the small boundaries for now. Pushing too hard too fast would make Arlo bolt. But the foundation was solidifying. last night had crossed another line. Next would come mouths. Then everything else.He rose early, as always, and moved through his morning routine with disciplined precision. Gym session. Cold shower. Black cof
His to Keep Chapter 21: Arlo’s POV
Chapter 21: Arlo’s POV – Outside CurrentsArlo shoved his notebook into his bag as the economics lecture ended, the professor’s voice still echoing about market distortions and hidden costs. The irony wasn’t lost on him. His own life felt like one giant hidden cost right now—living in Nikolai’s penthouse, kissing him, letting those careful touches linger longer each night.The kiss in the library three nights ago had cracked something open. Since then, they had crossed more small lines: heated kisses on the couch that left Arlo aching and hard, Nikolai’s thigh pressing between his legs with deliberate friction, hands roaming over clothes but never quite underneath. It was maddening. Addictive. Terrifying.He stepped out of the lecture hall into the bustling campus courtyard. Students laughed, shouted, made plans for the weekend. Normal life. Arlo’s phone buzzed again—Kevin.Hey, seriously need to talk. Coffee? I fucked up at the party but I miss you.Arlo stared at the message, thumb
His to Keep Chapter 20: Nikolai’s POV – Slow Erosion
Chapter 20: Nikolai’s POV – Slow ErosionThe days began to blur into a rhythm Nikolai found deeply satisfying.Arlo had settled into the penthouse despite his initial resistance, like a wild creature slowly accepting the comforts of a carefully built cage. Mornings started the same way: the rich aroma of fresh coffee pulling them both into the sunlit kitchen. Nikolai would already be there, dressed for the day, watching as Arlo padded in with sleep-mussed hair and guarded eyes. They shared quiet drives to campus Nikolai behind the wheel, one hand on the gear shift, the other occasionally resting near Arlo’s thigh. The city traffic hummed around them, but inside the car, the silence was comfortable, charged with everything unsaid.Evenings brought dinners at the long glass table overlooking the glittering skyline. At first, their conversations had been surface-level and cautious. But with each passing night, Arlo’s responses grew slightly less guarded. He spoke more about his classes,
His to Keep Chapter 19: Arlo’s POV – Shared Walls
Chapter 19: Arlo’s POV – Shared WallsThe first night in Nikolai’s penthouse was worse than Arlo expected.Not because of the luxury surrounding him—the soaring ceilings, the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the glittering city skyline like a living painting, or the marble countertops that probably cost more than his entire childhood home. No, it was the awareness. The constant, skin-prickling knowledge that Nikolai was just on the other side of the wall. Close enough that Arlo could hear the faint creak of floorboards when he moved, the low hum of a distant shower, the occasional rustle of sheets. Every sound reminded him: Nikolai was *there*. Breathing the same air. Existing in the same space.Arlo lay in the enormous king-sized bed, the Egyptian cotton sheets cool and impossibly soft against his skin. He stared at the ceiling, arms crossed tightly over his chest as if that could somehow anchor him. His mind replayed the day on an endless loop—the chaotic flood at the dorm, Niko
His to Keep Chapter 18: Nikolai’s POV – engineered fractures
Chapter 18: Nikolai’s POV – engineered fracturesNikolai had always preferred control through preparation. He didn’t wait for opportunities—he manufactured them with the same precision he applied to everything else in his life. The apartment building on Maple Street had been under quiet surveillance for weeks. The building manager, a man with gambling debts and a weakness for cash envelopes, had been easy to persuade.A single late-night call had set everything in motion.“Stress test the third-floor plumbing tomorrow morning,” Nikolai had instructed, voice cool over the encrypted line. “Make it look natural. Burst pipes, water damage, the works. I want the tenant in 3B displaced for at least six weeks. Insurance paperwork delayed. Mold concerns. You understand.”The manager had understood perfectly. Money had a way of clarifying priorities.Now Nikolai sat in the back of his black SUV two blocks away, watching through tinted windows as chaos unfolded. Fire trucks. Neighbors spilling
His to Keep Chapter 17: Nikolai's Pov
Chapter 17: Nikolai’s POV He didn’t follow him out. That would’ve been obvious. Unnecessary. Nikolai stayed exactly where he was, watching the space Arlo left behind like it still held something worth studying. Three years. And Arlo still walked away the same way. Controlled. Deliberate. Like distance was a decision, not instinct. Nikolai exhaled slowly, adjusting his sleeve. No rush. There was never a need to rush. Because now— He knew where to find him. The next day is quieter. Structured. Predictable. Nikolai arrives early. Not because he needs to. Because timing matters. He takes a seat near the back of the lecture hall, posture relaxed, attention casual. Students filter in. Voices rise. Settle. Then— Arlo walks in. No hesitation. No searching. Straight to his usual seat. Bag down. Notebook out. Pen ready. Routine. Nikolai watches him for a moment. Still disciplined. Good. He moves then. No announcement. No hesitation. Just crosses the space and
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