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THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 69
Matthew turned on his heel, the sharp click of his shoes ricocheting off the polished tiles of the deserted hallway like gunshots in the silence. The once-bustling corridor, now hollow and abandoned, stretched before him like a tunnel leading to freedom. He didn’t look back. Couldn’t. The air behind him felt thick, pressed in by a presence too heavy, too suffocating.He needed to get away—needed to breathe.Every muscle tensed as instinct roared in his blood.Run. Now.But he didn’t make it far.A hand clamped around his wrist.Not just firm—unyielding. Possessive. Branded with unspoken menace.Matthew froze, every nerve sparking with panic. The grip wasn’t meant to restrain. It was meant to claim. It pulsed with authority, intention, a silent threat wrapped in touch.His heart slammed against his ribs as he tried to yank free.“Where do you think you’re going?” the man behind him asked.The voice was calm—chillingly so. Each syllable rolled out like velvet wrapped around a knife. The
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 68
Matthew jolted awake with a sharp inhale, his chest rising as if pulled by invisible strings. Muscles tensed beneath the smooth, cool sheets, his body locked in a quiet battle against the fading remnants of a nightmare he couldn’t quite name. Sunlight filtered through the blinds in fractured slits, striping his bare torso with golden lines that moved gently with each breath he took. Physically, he felt different—strong, agile, almost reborn, like his body had exorcised the chaos of the night before. But his mind? That was a battlefield left in ruin.Fragments of memory clung to him like smoke—elusive, shifting, impossible to hold onto yet impossible to ignore. He saw flickers of faces, shadows of feelings, the echo of voices that didn’t belong to the morning. They clawed at him, cold and persistent, dragging him back toward a darkness he had no name for. He shut his eyes, clenched his fists against the sheet. Focus. You’re fine. He mouthed the words like a mantra, grounding himself wi
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 67
Matthew’s mind spun in frantic, erratic circles, grasping at shadows in his memory—reaching for anything, anything that could explain the man’s face. A familiar scar. A crooked smile. A glint in the eye that might’ve once meant something. But it was a void. Blank. Nothing surfaced. And yet, there was something so wrong in the way the man looked at him. Like he was not a person, but a possession—something precious and hunted, finally cornered.And then—Footsteps.Sharp. Measured. Drawing nearer with the certainty of someone who belonged there.The man’s expression cracked.That eerie, hollow smile vanished. His jaw clenched. Something like frustration—or fear—flickered in his eyes before he shoved Matthew hard against the tiled wall, the impact of sending a jolt of pain through his back. The man stepped away just as the bathroom door burst open with a soft creak of worn hinges.“Matthew?”Adrian’s voice.Sharp. Urgent. Tinged with panic.Matthew’s knees almost gave out from the sound.
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 66
Adrian had never seen Matthew like this before.Not when they kissed behind the theater last week. Not when Matthew fell asleep on his shoulder during one of those long, silent car rides. Not even when he’d cried in Adrian’s arms the night he found out what happened to his sister. All those moments had carved themselves into Adrian’s memory, but none of them held a candle to tonight.On this rooftop, under a velvet sky littered with stars, Matthew glowed.City lights blinked far below like scattered fireflies, their glow muted and soft beneath the rooftop’s dreamy ambiance. The air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and warm stone. A single candle flickered between them, its flame swaying with the breeze, casting golden ripples across Matthew’s face. He looked younger tonight. Lighter. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed—an unfiltered, unguarded laugh that caught Adrian off guard every time.And God, he couldn’t stop laughing.Every word Adrian spoke—every dumb j
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 65
The BedroomThe silence in the bathroom was deceptive—thick, tense, almost holy in its stillness. It clung to the steam curling along the tiled walls, clung to the air heavy with heat and memory, like the last breath of a prayer whispered into the dark. Water slid down their skin in shimmering rivulets as Adrian rose from the bath, lifting Matthew as if he weighed nothing. One arm anchored under his thighs, the other braced at his back, steady and sure.Matthew didn’t resist. His breath caught—not in surprise, but because of the reverence in Adrian’s hold, the quiet worship in every inch of contact. He didn’t just carry him like something fragile—he carried him like something sacred. Like someone he had bled for. Fought wars for. Won.Water dripped in soft patterns onto the marble floor, echoing like the heartbeat of the moment as Adrian walked. Past the wide doorway, through the dimly lit hallway where shadows danced on the walls, through the glass-paned doors that always seemed too
THE TIES THAT BINDS US. Chapter 64
The air hung thick with warmth, draped in the heavy hush of intimacy. Steam coiled through the room like slow-moving spirits, clinging to the tiled walls and tracing invisible fingers down flushed skin. It blurred the world into softness, wrapping the two men in their own private cocoon. The bathwater had long since settled, the frenzy of earlier passion giving way to stillness. Now, only the subtle lapping of water against skin and the quiet rhythm of breathing remained.Adrian’s hand moved languidly across Matthew’s chest, his fingers ghosting over the flushed skin in a slow, reverent glide. He wasn’t touching to arouse anymore. He was memorizing. Worshipping.Matthew lay back against him, boneless, as if his body had unraveled completely and trusted Adrian to hold what remained. His breaths came shallow but calm, each exhale escaping his parted lips like a surrender. He trembled—but it wasn’t fear or pain. It was that exquisite after shiver, the kind that lingered when someone had
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