LOGIN“Don't stop."The words left his mouth before he could even catch them.Roman's eyes darkened, and it wasn't the Entity's black. It was just dark and something hungry passed in between them. He leaned in slowly, giving Lysan every chance to pull away.But Lysan didn't pull away. Roman's lips met his—hard and demanding. No hesitation, no gentleness. He kissed like he owned every inch of Lysan's body, like he had been waiting for this and he was not going to waste another second.Lysan felt his dick twitch slightly in his trousers, and his hand came up, gripping Roman's shirt, grinding against him slowly, moving with the flow if the kiss and something broke free in Roman's body.He leaned in and kissed Lysan harder, grinding in rhythm with Lysan. His hand slid into Lysan’s hair, pulling him even closer until Lysan could feel how hard Roman was. Lysan made a sound—low and desperate, and Roman groaned against his mouth.They kept grinding against each other, and Lysan could feel his re
Lysan' s breath caught in his throat. “You can't be serious.”“I've never been more serious.” Roman turned around and started walking towards him. “I have resources there. Libraries, archives, people who can help us find Silas and defeat him before he gets to us.”Lysan shook his head. He couldn't just leave like that. What about his parents in this lifetime? The parents of the boy he just took over his body? Wouldn't they be worried if he just left the academy? And Dyleon—“No.” He said sharply, and his voice cut through the silence. “I can't just leave the academy, my classes, my parents—”Roman raised a brow. “You're on a scholarship, sponsored by me, so the academy has no say if I withdraw the scholarship.” He stepped closer. “And, you're parents are dead, so what will stop you now?”Lysan's mind was racing. He was on a scholarship, sponsored by Roman, and he could withdraw anytime. Also, this boy he just took over his body doesn’t have parents, so what excuse does he have now?“
Lysan's knuckles hovered over the wood. He had been standing at that spot for three minutes, and his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.“Lysan, you could still turn back. You haven't knocked yet.” His mind screamed at him. “You can pretend you never came, you can go back to Dyleon, and try to mend his broken heart. You can still—”His hand crashed against the wood before he finished the thought, and he knocked.Not long after he knocked, the door opened immediately. Roman stood behind the door, dressed in a loose white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His pale hair was slightly disheveled, and his grey eyes were sharp and calculative, studying Lysan's face.“Come in,” he said and stepped aside for Lysan to walk through, his voice devoid of any warmth.Lysan swallowed and walked past him. The room smelled like cedar and something warm. Lit candles flickered on every surface, giving the room and eerie vibe. Then Roman closed the door behind him with a s
When Lysan got to the clock tower, it was empty—no one was there. So he decided to wait. The air that night felt chillingly cold, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, making the tower a bit dark.After what felt like hours, Lysan finally heard footsteos approaching, and his shoulders squared, tensing up.Silas finally stepped out of the shadows. His face was totally different from the previous life. Young, pale and with sharp eyes. Lysan remembered that he saw his particular face, staring at him on the day of the combat exams from the crowd, but he was too overwhelmed to notice.“You asked to see me?” Silas said, and a small smile was tugged at the corner of his lips.Lysan swallowed down the huge lump that formed in his throat and clenched his fists tightly together. “I have questions.”Silas shrugged. "Okay, ask."“I have a lot of questions, Silas. But let's stick to the main thing for now.” He said and shoved his hands in his pocket to prevent Silas from seeing how badly h
When Lysan got back to his dorm, Kassian wasn't there, and he was silently grateful. He dropped on the bed and thought about Roman's request. He doesn't want to go. Not after what he had done to Dyleon. Not after how he had hurt him. But he knew Roman will find him and drag him there himself, one way or another if he doesn't go willingly, so he foreced himself to stand up. He took of his uniform and put on a simple black trousers and a blue sweater. He wore his sneakers and headed out to Roman's quarters. — When he arrived there, the door was open. Inside, there were a few students, mingling with each other. They were either nobles, aristocrats, or the children of powerful families. They were laughing and drinking, fake smile spread across their lips as they pretended to be friends with each other. Lysan stepped inside, and his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a particular someone. Roman. He saw him at the center of the crowd, charming everyone. When Roman's eyes
Lysan didn't go back to his dorm that night. He couldn't face Kassian. He couldn't face the questions he knew were unavoidable. He couldn't face anything. So he wandered the academy grounds until dawn, the kiss replaying in his mind over and over again, Dyleon's heartbroken expression appearing in his mind, Roman's smug smile masking it afterwards.When the sun finally rose, he dragged himself back to his dorm.Kassian was already awake, sitting on his bed. His eyes narrowed when Lysan walked through the door, and he studied Lysan's face."Where the hell have you been?" Kassian demanded.Lysan didn't answer. He just walked past him and collapsed on his bed.Kassian stood. "Lysan?” He frowned. “Talk to me."Lysan stared at the ceiling. "I finally lost him."Kassian shook his head. "Lost who?""Dyleon." Lysan's voice was hollow. "He saw me with Roman. He saw me kiss him back."Kassian was silent for a long moment. "Shit." He muttered beneath his breath.He sat at the edge of Lysan's bed
Lysan stood there, staring at the rose and the note in his hands. His thumb ran over the words slowly. The handwriting was so familiar in a way that made his chest stir uncomfortably.His eyes moved to the rose next. It was fresh. The stalk was still green, not a trace of withering.His mind went t
Lysan stood still, his heart pounding against his chest. Roman was looking directly at him, and their gazes locked. All he could think of now was that Roman was there and he was staring directly at him. The instructor called his name out again, louder, “Lysan, Lysan Dusk! Are you deaf?”Lysan force
One week had passed since the gala. The academy buzzed with it's normal activities, mostly attended by students from noble families. They were trained under one roof, sorted into tracks based on ability, each track having a special power accompanied with it. Combat track produced soldiers, diplomat
Dyleon sucked in a breath and looked at Lysan wide eyed.Roman's smile didn't falter, but it deepened. His grey eyes shimmered with something Lysan couldn't name.“Pretentious,” Roman repeated slowly, the smile still plastered on his face. “I've been called many things, but that's a first.”Then he







