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Two Brothers. One Ruin. 38
Only a narrow opening reveals itself—just wide enough to see inside. And what I see— I don’t believe it. Not at first. Then the smell hits. Sharp. Metallic. Unmistakable. Blood. It floods my senses, tangled with sweat, alcohol, and that sterile, clinical scent I know too well—the kind that clings to hospitals, to operating rooms, to places where bodies are cut open and put back together. My stomach twists. Inside, figures in white scrubs move quickly between rows of makeshift beds. Their motions are efficient, practiced—but rushed. Too rushed. On those beds—God— Men. Broken. Covered in blood, soaked through, their clothes ruined, their bodies barely holding together. Some are conscious, groaning, low and guttural. Others lie too still, their chests rising in shallow, uneven breaths. The floor—It’s red. Not stained. Drenched. IV lines hang from metal poles, swaying slightly as people move past them. Equipment is scattered, half-organized, half-forgotten, like this place was
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My eyes light up before I can stop them, something sharp and bright rushing through me as I open the message. “You left without saying goodbye.” A breath catches in my throat, but my fingers are already moving, fast, instinctive. “I thought everything we did last night was a goodbye.” The reply comes almost instantly. “Forget goodbye. Come back to me. I want to have you—always. Fuck everything and everyone that isn’t us.” It hits me like a surge—sudden, intoxicating, electric. Something floods my veins, fast and overwhelming, lifting me higher than before, higher than I should let myself go. My heart kicks hard against my ribs, my grip tightening around the phone as that dangerous, impossible feeling spreads— Hope. “I’ll come after my shift.” I type without hesitation, the decision already made somewhere deeper than logic. His reply comes almost immediately. “I’m at one of my father’s estates near the hospital. Come now. Just a few minutes.” I pause. A flicker of doubt c
Two Brothers. One Ruin. 36
By the time I make it back to my apartment, I’m so late I barely have time to breathe—let alone take a proper shower. I twist the tap open and step under the water, barely giving it a chance to warm. It hits my skin in a rushed cascade, and I drag my hands over my body in quick, distracted motions, like I’m trying to erase something and hold onto it at the same time. It’s pointless. He’s still there. In the faint marks on my skin. In the lingering heat beneath it. In the scent that no amount of hurried washing can quite strip away. I shut the water off too soon. There’s no time. My hands move fast—too fast—as I gather my damp hair, twisting it up without care. A few strokes of makeup follow, rushed, imperfect, just enough to make me look presentable instead of wrecked. I catch my reflection for half a second. It’s convincing. Barely. As a precaution, I swallow a pill dry, the motion automatic, detached—just another thing to control in a night that spiraled far beyond
Two Brothers. One Ruin. 35
My ass hits the cold, unforgiving surface of a table, and I’m already moving—fumbling with his belt, yanking at the buttons of his pants with shaking fingers. And then my hand is on him, wrapping around his thickness, his length, his heat. He’s hard as steel for me, every vein throbbing under my fingertips, pulsing with the same desperate need that’s tearing me apart. God, I want it. With a sharp tug, he shoves his pants and briefs down just enough, freeing himself. His cock presses against my entrance, hot and heavy, and I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Then—he thrusts. A gasp tears from my lips as he fills me, stretching me, owning me. My body clenches around him, a broken sound escaping me—half pain, half pleasure, all need. “Fuck,” he growls in my ear, his voice rough, wrecked. “I missed you.” My back flattens against the table as he begins. At first, it’s too much—too full, too deep, too raw. But then the pain melts into something else, something sweet, something
Two Brothers. One Ruin. 34
For a heartbeat, he freezes. Shock locks him in place, his body rigid, unmoving. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I kiss him with everything I have, like this is the only language left to me. My hands tangling in his hair, my body pressing against his like I can fuse us together if I just try hard enough. And then—just as suddenly—he pulls me back a fraction, just enough to look at me. His eyes search mine, filled with questions, with doubt, with something unsteady. “Have me,” I whisper against his lips, the words barely more than breath. “And let me have you. One last time.” I don’t wait. I surge up again, capturing his mouth with mine. For a few agonizing seconds, he’s motionless, suspended between resistance and surrender. And then— His arms wrap around me, tight, almost desperate, hauling me up against him, until I’m balanced on the tips of my shoes. His restraint breaks, his hesitation shattering as he pulls me in, closer, deeper—like he’s trying to consume the moment
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My entire body gives out. My knees buckle, the strength just drains out of me like something vital has been ripped loose. I would’ve hit the floor if he wasn’t holding me. If his hands weren’t there, bracing me, taking my full weight like I’m something fragile he can’t afford to drop. “W-what?” My voice trembles, barely holding together. He says nothing. I should’ve seen it coming. I did see it coming—didn’t I? The way she was always there. The way he never pushed her away. Maybe some part of me already knew. But knowing… and hearing it from him? It’s not the same. It knocks the air straight out of my lungs. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. It’s like something is crushing my chest from the inside out. But I don’t stay broken. The embers of fury ignite, slow at first, then roaring to life. Heat floods my face, my ears ringing with the rush of blood, my skin prickling as it spreads. It burns through the shock, through the ache, until it’s the only thing I can hold onto.
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