LOGINLuz’s breath came in ragged, heavy bursts as he moved between her thighs, his body a sold, burning weight against Amelia. The heat radiating from him was intense, a feverish warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. His hands were everywhere– on her waist, on her thighs, pulling her closer as if he could merge their bodies into one. He paused for a single moment, his forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air. His eyes searching hers, the amber glowing like
Luz’s breath came in ragged, heavy bursts as he moved between her thighs, his body a sold, burning weight against Amelia. The heat radiating from him was intense, a feverish warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. His hands were everywhere– on her waist, on her thighs, pulling her closer as if he could merge their bodies into one. He paused for a single moment, his forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air. His eyes searching hers, the amber glowing like embers in the dark, and for the first time in years, they were clear– no crimson, no shadow, just the man who had loved her before the world broke. “Amelia, I love you. O never stopped,” he whispered, his voice cracking with an emotion he could not name.“I love you too,” Amelia murmured, her hands moving to the hem of Luz’s shirt. His hands came up to meet hers, his fingers catching the hem of the light fabric. he did not wait for her to pull it off; h
Luz was not rushing. He wanted to see this– wanted to savour the moment as if it were the only thing that mattered in a world that was falling apart outside those walls. “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and raw desire. Once all the binding of Amelia’s dress was loose, she brushed the dress off her left shoulder. The dress hung loose down her chest and showed the outlines of her breast clearly. His breath hitched, a sharp, audible sound in the quiet room. His amber eyes dropped to where the fabric hung loose, tracing the soft curves revealed by the loosened bindings. The amber in his gaze deepened, darkening with a heat that made the air between them feel heavy and electric.Luz did not move immediately. He stayed poised above Amelia, his arms braced on either side of her head, simply taking her in. his jaw tightened, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “Amelia,” he said aga
The scent of Amelia was a torture and a salvation all at once. “Amelia,” Luz breathed his hands sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “I have spent six years thinking only of survival. Of duty. Of how to keep my soul from being swallowed whole.” He pulled back just enough to look at her, his amber eyes burning with a quiet, desperate hunger. “And now?” she asked, her hand trailing down his chest to his lower abdomen. “What are you thinking now?” his breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound that tore through the quiet of the room. His muscles locked under her hand, every fibre of his body reacting to the touch like a soldier caught in an ambush– only this time, there was no instinct to fight.“Now,” Luz said, his voice dropping into a register so low it was barely a whisper. “I am thinking that I do not want to be anywhere else in the world.” His hands tightened
Luz held Amelia there for a long time, his amber eyes closed tight against the back of his eyelids. The weight of her arms around him felt impossible– as if she were made of something far more precious than flesh and bone. His left eye opened. The amber there bright and clear, like a lantern in the dark. “I thought I would never feel this again,” he whispered into her hair, his voice raw. “Not without feeling like I was dying.” He pulled back just enough to look at her face, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His thumb brushing against her cheek, the metal of his gauntlet cold, but the pressure behind it so gentle it was almost painful. “But first you need to get Estrela Astuta?” she asked curiously. “Where is she? Will it be dangerous?”Luz’s expression hardened, the warmth of the moment receding like a tide. The soldier in him reasserted control as he looked toward the window. “Estrela Astuta is at som
As they walked through the winding corridors of the estate, Luz’s eyes scanned every shadow, every doorway. Old habits die hard; even in a place of supposed peace, he was a commander looking for threats. But as the air grew warmer and the scent of Jasmin and old stone replaced the sulphur of the battlefield, his pace slower as they entered a central passage. The hallways stretched forward in a long, symmetrical corridor, with a stone staircase at the far end leading to a lower level. The hallway is illuminated multiple candles circling a large wrought-iron chandelier fixture in the centre of the ceiling and candle sconces lining either side of the corridor.A wooden sideboard stands on the left side of the hallway, crafted from dark polished wood, with a vase with flowers on top. A narrow table lines the right-side wall, positioned under a portrait of a mountain range. Further down the corridor, several chairs like the right and left side, providing resting places for v
Mestre Escuro’s distant expression as he recounted his past brought a flicker of something unreadable across Luz’s face. The image of Mestre Escuro– the leader of the Corrompido and his former enemy– as a young history student, driven by academic curiosity, was jarring. “History,” he repeated, his voice losing some of its earlier edge. “So, you were not always a monster.” The words were a statement more than a question, his amber eyes studying Mestre Escuro’s face with newfound interest. Luz’s black gauntleted hand loosened its grip on his sword hilt, the hidden white ribbon beneath feeling less like a relic of a dead life and more like an anchor to a shared humanity.“What did you find there?” Luz asked curiously. “We found tomes and old runes we could not translate,” Mestre Escuro said. “It was Estrela Astuta who discovered the fountain.” Flashes of a young woman’s face fla
Luz’s grip on the hilt of his sword tightened until the black steel groaned under the pressure. “She was there? His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Estela personally supervised your torture for decades while claiming to be a beacon of righteousness?” he took another
“By the Gods,” Cassandra muttered, raising her shield instinctively. “That is no ordinary fire– it is magical in nature.” Luz’s amber eyes narrowed with calculation rather than panic. The prisoner’s ability to disrupt holy wards with fire was unexpected b
The rest of the people had gathered on the left side of the cathedral. A few men held candle sticks out to protect themselves, not that it would do much good against the prisoners who wanted revenge on their captors. Suddenly a warm rush of energy emanated from the man beside Amelia. She looked o
Amelia looks over the prisoner’s posture, he sits curled inward with his knees drawn close to his chest, his shoulders slumped heavily forward. One arm loosely wraps around his legs while is head tilts downward. His expression is weary and haunted, with deep shadows beneath his eyes and a g







