Love was never safe. Until him. Soren has spent his life outrunning pain—abused by his father, abandoned by his mother, and betrayed by the man he once called home. He doesn’t believe in happy endings. He barely believes in survival. Then Tavian walks in. Steady. Patient. Dangerous in all the right ways. But just as Soren starts to trust again, the past claws its way back—bringing monsters with familiar faces. When he’s taken, locked away, and left for dead, only one man dares to find him. Because Tavian doesn’t just want his heart. He wants to mend every broken piece.
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Soren's POV
I groaned out in pleasure as he walked his hands through my slim body sending shivers down my spine.
I have never felt this loss in sexual actions until now, having myself pinned beneath his big perfect body as he went ahead to do the crazy things I have in mind for him to do but never said it.
Maybe he's a wizard, or a mind reader that can read my mind and tell me what I want.
But I don't care, today, I want to give it all up. The good boy in me and the always careful and mindful me. I want to be bad and he's the only one who can make me be it.
"Please" I whispered and grabbed him back up, hungry for his lips on mine.
He gave me just what I needed, he moved up and captured my lips. I gasped in his moan, loving just how much it feels to feel nothing but pleasure and how well desires can make me do the undoable.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and began grinding myself on him. I was hard and needy, so was him. We both wanted this and our lust was the fuel in this act.
"Take off my pants" I whispered in faint pleas
He moved at my words and unbuckled my pants. Before I knew it, my pants were off and I was bare on the bed.
"You are beautiful" he whispered, his eyes all over me like he'll eat me up if I let him.
"Enough of the compliment and fuck me already" I rolled my eyes.
Yes, I wanted to be complimented while having sex but with the person I love. Not just a random guy.
He chuckled and I frowned.
"Fuck? Thought we were making love" he teased and I rolled my eyes again.
"In your dreams" I bite my inner lips, trying to stop myself from wishing the same.
My mind takes me back to Dain, the person I thought I loved and wanted only to find out he was a fake.
No, I won't think about him... right now, I want to risk it all with someone else and not hold on to broken dreams. Dain is that broken dream that brings nothing but my most hated trauma.
"Are you just going to stand there and watch me? I might as well leave" I stood up to leave when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down on the bed.
"You can't bail out now" he whispers.
"Thought you wanted to?"
He grabbed my hands and placed it on his hard dick still in his pants.
"Take it off"
I blinked but I was quick to snap myself out of it. I wanted this...I reminded myself in silence as I moved my hands and released his pants and it came falling down.
He grabbed my hands and placed it on his dick, I felt his dick move against the thin layer of his inner pants.
"Give me a hand job"
I moved, brought out his dick and I was surprised to see how big and long it was. I gulped instinctively and tightened my hold around it.
He grunted and I looked up, his face was a mixture of pleasure and sometimes else.
I moved my hands back and forth, but the movement wasn't smooth.
"I need a lub"
He grabbed a sachet of lubricant, tore it open and poured it on my hands. I spread all around his dick, as I moved my hands until he began throwing off some precum.
Then, he grabbed me, turned me on all fours and before I knew it, he penetrated me in one swift movement.
I whimpered and shivered, groaning. He thrust into me, filling me whole.
After a while, he pulled away, grabbed me out of the bed and stood me by the wall.
"Hold the wall" came at his command.
Before I could think of moving, he grabbed a leg, placed it on his shoulder causing me to almost fall if not the wall.
Then, he positioned himself at my entrance and went all in causing me to cry out.
The night went on and on, we went on and on until there was no energy left to stand. I slumped on the bed and he came after. In a blink of an eye, we were gone into our land of fantasy, inhaling each other's smell as the scent of our sex and sweat lingered all over the room.
*******************"
I woke up all sore and tired, but I still forced myself to sit up. I glanced at the sleeping man next to me, and for a second, I couldn't deny the fact he was handsome.
But being handsome doesn't mean he's the one. I got to go. I stood up, and quickly grabbed my pants from the floor and put them on.
Then my shirt and jacket. Even though I did something as insane as this, at least, I feel better and that made me more sure of what I want.
I grabbed my phone on the bed, gave the sleeping man one last glance before I left.
As soon as I stepped out of the building, I was grabbed by a certain someone and pushed against the wall.
When I looked up, I was surprised to see Dain staring at me with eyes that could kill me instantly if they could.
"What are you doing?" I asked and tried to set myself free but he heard me still against the wall, angry eyes staring at me
"Where are you coming from? Why didn't you come back home last night? Did you cheat on me? With who?" Dain threw multiple questions that left me wondering which I'm to answer first.
But, was I even supposed to answer? I owe him no explanation whatsoever.
I jerked his hands off me, "I awe you no explanation, Dain" I was about to take a step when he stopped and pushed me back against the wall.
"Yes you do, I am your fucking boyfriend " Dain yelled.
"Boyfriend?" I repeated.
A painful Chuckle escaped my lips, "no, you aren't....you lost that the day you showed me just how much you can do...you lost that title the day you laid your filthy hands on me after I caught you cheating on me with Mark, and now you stand here to know my where about? As who? Or do you see me as a fool to run back into your arms?" I barked.
"How dare you talk to me in such a manner?" Dain raised his hand to slap me.
Out of instinct, I shrink. I was a man, yes, but a soft fragile man with forever traumas and this is what left me broken.
I fearfully waited for the slap but it didn't come. When I looked up, I was surprised to see my one night stand, holding up the Dain hand in the air as he stopped him from hitting me.
"I'm sorry, but you can't do whatever you like" Tavian said, so casually li
ke nothing but what was happening. But Beneath his calm voice, was a buried anger that left me shocked in surprise.
I left the city the next morning.No dramatic goodbye. No tearful farewells at the station. No one running after me in the rain. Just me, a battered backpack slung over one shoulder, a crumpled bus ticket in my hand, and that hollow ache in my chest that whispered—go.Not for revenge. Not even for healing.Just to breathe.I needed air that didn’t taste like him. Walls that didn’t remember my cries. Streets that didn’t echo with the sound of my own unraveling.I needed to go where his scent didn’t cling to the curtains. Where I didn’t wake up reaching for someone who’d already let me go.So I left.I took nothing but the essentials—just enough clothes, a photo of Grandma tucked in my journal, and the remnants of a heart that still hadn’t decided whether to keep beating.I didn’t even look back.Because looking back meant I’d hesitate. It meant I’d feel everything again—the betrayal, the confusion, the stupid sliver of hope still lodged in my chest like a shard of glass. So I stared st
I didn’t sleep.Not really.Travian stayed with me on the couch all night, his arm a warm band around my shoulders, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. He held me like I was something fragile—already cracked, already slipping through his fingers. And maybe I was. Maybe that’s why I didn’t push him away. Why I stayed still, curled up against him, my body betraying me with how naturally it leaned into his warmth. I didn’t speak. I didn’t cry again. I just sat there—numb, hollowed out, my limbs heavy and slow, my mind lost in an echo chamber of pain. My body curled into his like instinct, even when everything inside me was screaming not to trust him.Because he kissed her.Tessa.His ex.The memory tore through me like glass. Jagged. Sharp. Impossible to ignore. Her hands in his hair. His lips on hers. The intimacy of it. The ease. The way he didn’t push her away fast enough. The way his eyes met mine after, wide and panicked, like that made a difference. Like panic was supposed
Dain insisted I take him to my place.I should’ve said no—God knows I wanted to. The word was on the tip of my tongue, trembling, aching to be spoken. But I couldn’t say it. My throat had closed up, like the fear lodged there had sealed it shut. The fight had drained out of me completely, hollowing me from the inside out. And Dain—he saw that. He sensed it. He always did. That frightening ability to read me like an open book was something I used to find intoxicating. Now, it just felt like a curse.So, with a leaden silence and trembling hands, I led him through the quiet streets. The night air was heavy, thick with something I couldn’t name—shame, maybe. Or dread. My legs moved on instinct, my mind a foggy mess as we walked the narrow path to my building. I didn’t dare look back at him. I didn’t have to. His presence crawled over my skin like ice, invasive and undeniable.We reached my small apartment—a place that was once my sanctuary but now felt like a cage I had built with my own
Sadness.Yes… I felt sadness. Not just the ordinary kind that fades with time or distraction. No, this was the kind that sat heavy in my bones, pressing down on my chest like a thousand silent regrets. It wasn’t because I had ended things with Luke — that decision, while hard, felt necessary. But what shattered me was the collateral damage. I hadn’t just ended a relationship… I had jeopardized something far more precious. I had risked our friendship — a connection we’d nurtured for years — and deep down, I knew with aching certainty that we could never go back to what we were before. Not ever again.The walk felt endless, the minutes stretching out into forever, and the street ahead looked so eerily deserted, it was as if the entire world had emptied itself out, leaving only me to wander it — the last survivor of something quietly devastating.There was only one place that felt like it could offer me shelter — only one person I could run to for comfort, for understanding, for refuge f
I stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawling endlessly below me like a breathing, restless beast. The height was staggering—so high that just looking down made the pit of my stomach twist. The wind tugged at my clothes and hair, cool against my skin, and for a brief second, vertigo teased me, tempting my balance. I wrapped my arms around myself, not out of fear, but to hold in everything that was threatening to break free from inside.Even though it hurts—God, it hurts—I’ve never let myself believe that death was my escape. Not once. And I still won’t. That isn’t my way out. I came here for a reason, not because I’m weak or desperate, but because this rooftop… this strange, windblown ledge above the world… is where Luke asked me to meet him.I don’t know why he always chooses rooftops instead of a café, a park, or literally anywhere safer or more grounded. Maybe he likes the symbolism—being high up, detached, above the noise. Maybe he thinks it’s romantic. I don’t know. But s
The silence thickened in the room long after Luke’s words had fallen flat, settling around us like soot in the aftermath of something scorched. It clung to the air, to my skin, to the edges of my breath—too dense to ignore, too loaded to cut through. Behind me, I could still feel Travian. Not touching. Not speaking. Just standing there, unmoving. But his warmth radiated like a low-burning flame behind my back—quiet, fierce, unrelenting.And yet... he didn’t speak.He didn’t stop Luke.And that—that—was the part that rattled me the most.Luke’s voice broke through, gentle but too hopeful. “Alright then,” he said, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How about tomorrow?”I managed a nod, though the motion felt hollow, like I wasn’t entirely present in my own skin. “Sure,” I murmured. “Tomorrow’s fine.”Travian’s fingers tapped once against the wooden kitchen frame. One dull, intentional thud.A single beat.A warning, perhaps.Or a statement.Maybe both.Tessa exhaled lou
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