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The devil’s playing ground
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The Devil’s Boy Special dance
They didn’t speak again for the rest of the drive. The car moved smoothly through the city, tires whispering over the wet asphalt, headlights slicing through the fog that had begun to roll in from the river. Luca sat rigid, his palms damp where they pressed against his knees, his throat dry. Kain hadn’t looked at him once since they’d left the curb, but Luca could feel him, could feel the hotness of his gaze even when it wasn’t there, like heat clinging to his skin.When the car slowed again, it wasn’t toward a restaurant or an estate Kain favored. The place they stopped in front of was old, sprawling, its stone façade washed in gold from the streetlamps. Balconies with wrought iron curled like black lace across the upper floors, and somewhere inside, music hummed faintly, smooth and low, something jazz-like and foreign.Kain killed the engine. “We’re here,” he said, voice calm again, that strange composure he could pull over himself like another skin.Luca blinked, eyes darting to
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Luca hesitated, hands trembling slightly as he fumbled with the buckle. The click echoed far too loudly in the quiet car.Kain’s hand slid from his thigh to the inside of it, warm through the thin fabric. His thumb pressed gently against the muscle, not quite enough to be indecent, just enough to make Luca’s breath stutter.“I told you,” Kain said, voice low, almost amused, “you look too good tonight.”Luca’s lips parted, but nothing came out. He could only stare as Kain leaned closer, close enough that his breath brushed against the side of his neck, close enough that Luca felt the faintest scrape of his teeth.“You’re trembling again,” Kain murmured. “Do I make you nervous, Luca?”Luca’s voice barely worked. “Y-you always do.”Kain’s chuckle was soft, dark, and utterly predatory. “Good. I like the taste of your panic.”Luca barely had time to flinch before Kain’s hand was on his jaw, the pad of his thumb pressing beneath his chin, tilting his head back until Luca was forced to look
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The sky had deepened into a soft, dying indigo by the time Luca stepped outside. The air was cool, a strange contrast to the low, feverish warmth sitting in his stomach since Kain had told him to get dressed.The outfit Kain had chosen for him was, in Luca’s quiet opinion, indecent. A deep navy silk shirt with an open front that plunged low enough to show the smooth line of his chest and the delicate dip of his collarbone.The trousers were slim, soft, almost too soft, the material brushing against his thighs when he moved. Kain had insisted on the belt, black leather, gold buckle, tight enough that Luca felt aware of every breath.Kain, however, looked devastating. He wore black, always black, but it was the kind that wasn’t loud about its power. A tailored shirt that clung across his chest, sleeves rolled up to the elbows to reveal the dark, intricate tattoos that wound across his forearms and down his hands. A silver watch gleamed faintly against his wrist. His hair, that infuria
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The maids had barely finished arranging the last of the clothes when Kain moved closer, his steps slow and deliberate. He reached out without hesitation, brushing past a velvet jacket, a shirt trimmed in gold thread, until his fingers landed on a pale blue ensemble, formal, yet somehow indecent. The inner layer was sheer, stitched with faint silver vines that shimmered against the light. It opened across the chest, stopping just above Luca’s ribs, with the rest flowing like water down to his thighs. Kain took it off the rack, held it up against the light, and looked at Luca as though he were already imagining him wearing it.“This one,” Kain said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “It suits you.”Luca blinked at it, then at him, realizing how much skin that outfit would show. His stutter barely made it past his lips. “T-That’s too, too m-much, ”Kain tilted his head, studying him like one would a stubborn piece of art refusing to come alive. “You have a beautiful body, Luca
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The morning light came in weakly through the half-drawn curtains, slicing the room into soft lines of gold. Luca stirred, his lashes fluttering as the haze of sleep slipped away. The air smelled somewhat of clean linen and something else, cologne, and the lingering, unmistakable scent of Kain.He shifted, blinking against the light, and realized he was naked. Completely.His pulse spiked. Sheets clung to his skin, cool and thin, sticking to the faint sheen of sweat down his spine. He pulled them up fast, clutching them to his chest as he sat up sharply. That’s when he saw him.Kain was standing at the other side of the room, near the desk, sorting through papers in neat, precise movements. He wasn’t in his usual suits. Today he wore a plain black T-shirt that clung too well to his frame and low-slung pants that looked indecent on someone who carried authority like gravity. His blonde hair was a little disheveled, falling in uneven strands across his forehead, and a pair of black-rim
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“I sure hope I am not the monster that made you cry in your dreams,” A familiar voice spoke up.For a moment he didn’t know where he was. The room looked wrong in the dark. Too still, too heavy. His heartbeat filled his ears, and the shadows seemed to breathe with him.Then he saw him.Kain was sitting at the edge of the bed, his body framed by the faint spill of moonlight from the open window. The light caught the side of his face, pale, sharp, and streaked. It took Luca a second to realize what he was looking at. Blood. There was blood across Kain’s cheekbone, drying along the curve of his jaw. His hands looked clean, washed, but faint traces still marked the knuckles.Luca’s breath caught.Kain turned to him, black eyes half-hidden beneath his lashes, watching. The darkness made them look deeper, colder, and for a heartbeat, Luca could have sworn they glowed faintly, like a reflection from something burning beneath his skin.Luca’s stutter cracked the silence. “W-what, ” He couldn’
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