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Chapter 2: [Sin Wrapped In Silk] [18+]
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Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M] Chapter 10: [The Bed Where I Lost My War]
Later that night, after he left, I lay alone in his bed—his scent still clinging to the sheets, to my skin, to the pillow under my cheek. My eyes traced the flickering shadows on the ceiling as the fire burned low in the hearth. The silence of the room felt heavier than it should have, like it was pressing against my chest, forcing my thoughts to spiral. I was supposed to feel triumphant. I was supposed to feel alive. Victorious. After all, I had survived the fever. I had watched the king be silenced. I had watched Xavier—bloodied, bruised, beaten—stand between me and the monster who sired me. But I didn’t feel victorious. I felt confused. Hollow. Drenched in something I couldn’t name. Rage? Relief? Guilt? Maybe all of it. Maybe none. My throat still burned. My limbs trembled, but not from fever. No, this was something else. A different fire entirely. The kind that twisted inside my chest whenever he look
Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M] Chapter 9: [The Night He Choose Me]
[Raphael Pov] Father. The door slammed open with the force of thunder, rattling against the stone frame like the wrath of gods. He didn’t knock. Never did. He didn’t need permission to enter anywhere—especially not here. "Raphael," he barked, his voice echoing off the cold walls. He strode into the room like it belonged to him, his cloak flaring behind him, trimmed in gold, soaked in pride. "Finally, you are awake. Good. Now get up." The command landed like a slap. I blinked at him, still struggling to keep my limbs from trembling under the sheets. "What?" I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice. He didn’t stop. Didn’t look at me as a son—only as an inconvenience. "Enough lying in bed. You’ve embarrassed me enough. The court’s already whispering that my son can’t handle a little fever. Get. Up. And complete your training." I couldn’t even speak. Not from shock—
Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M] Chapter 8: [Let Me Hate you, Just A Little Longer]
[Raphael’s POV] Warm. Too warm. The kind of warmth that seeps into your bones and makes fire feel like mercy. I stirred, breath shallow, eyelids fluttering against the ache pounding in my skull. My body felt too heavy, too still, like something had died and was stitched back together just enough to breathe. Where was I? This wasn’t my room. The air here was too sharp, too cold in its silence. There was a metallic scent under the warmth, like iron and blood clinging to the shadows. I shifted, and a wince tore through my body—the pull of muscles not yet healed, bruises blooming under my skin like rotten fruit. The sheets were heavy. Stifling. They pinned me down with their warmth, thick as guilt, as memory. Then the scent hit me. Cologne. Clean. Expensive. Faint, but familiar enough to make my chest twist. My skin prickled. My heart stuttered. Xavier. My lashes trembled open. I blinked slowly, trying to focus. The room was dim, the firelight flickering over stone walls
Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M] Chapter 7: [Bounded In Fire]
[Raphael's Pov] [Few Hour's Later] I was burning. Not like a fever. Not like a blush. No this was something worse. My skin felt too tight. My blood moved like fire under my flesh. Every breath clawed up my throat and refused to leave. I collapsed onto my bed, drenched in sweat, limbs twitching, heat pulsing from my chest to my fingertips like a second heartbeat louder, wilder, wrong. I hear the The maids screamed. Footsteps thundered down the hall. “Raphael!” Hael burst in, nearly tripping over the rug as he crossed the room. “What’s happening to him?!” I couldn’t answer. My mouth opened, but only air came. Air and pain. My back arched violently. My hands twisted in the sheets. My nails tore through fabric. Something inside me was cracking. Something ancient and cruel and buried was clawing its way out. “I—I can’t breathe—” I rasped, but it didn’t sound like my voice. “Get the physician!” Hael shouted. “Now!” A blur of white. Shaking hands. Cold fingers pressed aga
Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M] Chapter 6: [The One Who Burn's Me: Your Monster Now]
[Raphael’s POV] The moment the King’s voice thundered through the throne room—“Throw him in the dungeon”—a silence dropped like a blade across the floor. It wasn’t shock. No, shock would have faded by now. This silence was heavier, darker. Like a funeral bell that refused to stop ringing. Every noble, every advisor, every guard in the gilded court stilled, as if afraid to breathe in case it made them complicit. Even the banners seemed to stop swaying. because everyone one know what type of punishment's are waiting in the dungeon, It's a hell in earth for humans. But Xavier… he didn’t flinch. He didn’t scream, didn’t plead, didn’t even look at the King. His back was torn open—flesh raw, blood still trickling between his shoulder blades where the whip had carved its sins. His shirt hung in scarlet shreds, clinging to the wounds like a shroud. But his spine? Still straight. His jaw? Set like a soldier ready to die with his name clean. And then… he turned his head. He looke
Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M] Chapter 5: [Sweet Revenge:The Fall Of The General]
Raphael vs Xavier: Full Daylight Showdown [Before the King summons Xavier] The sun hung high above the palace yard, casting a ruthless blaze across the cracked training grounds. The scent of sweat and scorched earth filled the air, thick and punishing. Xavier’s boots struck the ground in rhythmic, unforgiving precision, each thud a command, each move deliberate. His wooden sword collided with his opponent’s shield, sending a harsh crack echoing through the yard. But his eyes.....sharp, steel gray.....weren’t on the man before him. They were somewhere else entirely. Back in that cursed room. Back in that silken bed where sunlight had slipped between bare bodies and unspoken sins. Raphael’s trembling form haunted him like a ghost. His pale fingers gripping Xavier’s shoulder. The faint warmth of his breath against his chest, and the rasped whisper of his name—broken, fevered, drugged or not, real or not, Xavier didn’t know anymore. He’d left him there. Still gasping. Still
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