MasukI have something important to ask you. The message lingered in Adrian's mind through the entire flight home, three weeks of international camp finally behind him, exhaustion and anticipation warring equally in his chest as the plane began its descent.Cassian waited at arrivals, and Adrian's heart lifted the moment he spotted him among the crowd, dropping his bags entirely to close the distance between them. Cassian pulled him into an embrace that lasted long enough to draw amused glances from passing travelers, neither of them particularly caring."Three weeks felt considerably longer than I expected," Cassian murmured against his hair."I know," Adrian said, breathing him in properly for the first time in weeks. "I missed you more than I thought was reasonable for someone I've only known a season.""A season that felt like several lifetimes, given everything we survived," Cassian said, pulling back just enough to study his face. "Welcome home."They drove back to Cassian's apartment
Adrian didn't check the message until well after midnight, exhaustion and lingering adrenaline from Cassian's comeback goal finally giving way to curiosity as he settled into bed beside him. His agent's words made him sit up sharply, disbelief washing through him.*National team manager wants you in the squad for the upcoming international window. This is the call-up you've been working toward your entire career. Training camp starts in ten days.*"What is it?" Cassian asked sleepily, noticing his sudden tension."National team call-up," Adrian said, still staring at the message like it might disappear if he blinked. "They want me for the international window."Cassian sat up immediately, genuine joy breaking across his face. "Adrian, that's incredible. That's everything you've worked for.""Ten days," Adrian said, the reality settling in slowly. "Training camp starts in ten days, and the window runs three weeks total.""Three weeks apart," Cassian said, something more complicated cro
Adrian stared at the message, cold dread pooling in his stomach even as the referee's whistle sounded to start the match. He had seconds to decide whether to alert security immediately or trust the heavy police presence already surrounding the stadium.He chose caution, discreetly signaling to the nearest security officer during a brief stoppage, showing him the message without breaking his focus on the match itself. The officer's expression tightened, and within minutes, additional security personnel had quietly repositioned themselves closer to the pitch perimeter."Stay alert," the officer murmured as play resumed. "We've got eyes on every angle now."The match proved tense from the opening whistle, both teams playing with a wary intensity that had nothing to do with normal championship stakes. Adrian found his focus repeatedly torn between the game itself and the message still burning in his mind, though he forced himself to perform regardless, unwilling to let Damian's intimidati
"My keycard?" Adrian stared at the officer, disbelief crashing through him. "That's impossible. I was home all night. I never left my apartment.""The logs don't lie about which card was used," the officer said carefully, though his tone suggested he wasn't entirely convinced of Adrian's guilt either. "But they also don't prove who physically held it at the time.""Someone cloned it, or stole it, or something," Adrian said, panic rising in his chest as he watched suspicion flicker across the faces of officers who'd been friendly with him for weeks. "Cassian, you believe me, right?"Cassian's expression, still pale from the incident, carried a complicated mixture of emotions Adrian couldn't fully read. "I want to believe you," he said carefully. "But Adrian, this is my life on the line. I need actual proof, not just faith."The words hit harder than Adrian expected, a cold spike of hurt lodging in his chest despite understanding the rational fear behind them. "You think I did this," he
Cassian took the phone, reading the message twice, his expression darkening with each pass. "This isn't a football rivalry anymore," he said grimly. "This sounds personal. Dangerous, even.""We should report this to the club, maybe the police," Adrian said, already reaching for his own phone."Wait." Cassian's hand stopped him. "Let me think for a moment. Damian's reckless, but he's not usually this direct. Something's changed."They brought the message to the club's security liaison that afternoon, who traced the number back to a burner phone purchased in Riverside United's home city, though nothing conclusively linking it to Damian himself. The league's investigation into the tackle continued separately, moving slowly through official channels while the threat itself remained unresolved."I want extra security around training sessions," the club's manager decided after reviewing the evidence. "Just as a precaution, until we understand exactly what we're dealing with."Adrian barely
The stadium held its collective breath, sixty thousand people falling silent as medical staff rushed onto the pitch, Adrian refusing to move from Cassian's side despite the officials trying to clear space around him."Cassian," Adrian said again, sharper this time, panic edging into his voice. "Look at me."Cassian's eyes finally opened, pain-glazed but conscious, and Adrian felt a wave of relief crash through him so intense it nearly stole his breath entirely. "Knee," Cassian gritted out. "Same one. It's bad, Adrian, I can feel it's bad.""You're going to be okay," Adrian said, though he had no way of actually knowing that, gripping Cassian's hand tightly as the medical team began their assessment. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."The stretcher came minutes later, Cassian carried off the pitch to a standing ovation mixed with tense, worried murmurs, the match continuing without him despite the entire stadium's attention fractured by what they'd just witnessed. Adrian played
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"That's..." Cassian's grip tightened."Dangerous. If I can feel your true intentions—""Then you'll know I mean what I say."Adrian met his eyes. "Isn't that what you wanted? Truth?"Cassian laughed—startled and genuine. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.""You keep saying that."
The bond was driving Adrian insane.Three days after his agreement with Cassian, and he couldn't get any privacy.Not physical privacy—that was fine. But emotional privacy? Completely gone.Every strong feeling broadcast directly to the Demon Lord. And worse, Cassian's emotions leaked back.Current
"And there's something else," Cassian said, moving closer again. "Your soul recognizes mine. Not just through the bond—it knew me before we met. Knew me and..." He tilted his head. "Pitied me.Why?Adrian's mind raced. He couldn't tell the truth. But Cassian would sense a lie through the bond.Half







