Semua Bab THEIR COLD AND CONFUSED HEARTS : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Arkael’s grip tightened on Zadkiel’s wrist like a silent vow to unearth every buried concern that troubled his childhood brother. Now that he had found him again, he would never let him slip away. The innocent child he once knew had vanished. He was replaced by a man, but the bond, Arkael hoped, remained.“Let go of me…” Zadkiel’s voice held a tremor like an inexplicable shiver tracing icy paths down his spine, and it prickled his every nerve ending. The unexpected touch sent a wave of disquiet through him. He glared at Arkael with a silent warning flickering in his eyes: persist, and you’ll regret it.But Arkael was unyielding. His resolve was as steadfast as ever. He held firm, stubbornly waiting for the dam of Zadkiel’s unspoken thoughts to finally break. Had Zadkiel’s lost memories not obscured the past, he would have recognized this very tenacity like a hallmark of their first encounter.“Who are you?” Zadkiel’s question cut through the tense silence. It was born of the unsettling

Arkael’s gaze bore into Zadkiel like a silent accusation that could have withered steel. He had been consumed by worry. His mind was a tempest of anxieties regarding Zadkiel’s fragile emotional state. But the scene he had stumbled upon had ignited a white-hot fury within him.What would have transpired had he not arrived when he did? The mere thought of Xander’s lips claiming Zadkiel’s sent a violent tremor through him. His blood ran hot with an unfamiliar rage. Why? This possessive fury was a stranger to him. What was this bewildering and intense sensation?“Stop glaring at me as if I’ve committed some heinous crime. It’s unnerving!” Zadkiel straightened his posture as he took a decisive step forward. He yearned to escape from the suffocating atmosphere of the club. To retreat to the sanctuary of his home. There, in the quiet solitude, he could tend to his invisible wounds and allow them to heal. Eventually, he would piece himself back together and reclaim his usual arrogant composure

Zadkiel, after giving his apartment’s address to the culprit of his terrible headaches finally slumped down on his seat after making a few adjustments according to his preferred comfortable position.As the dizziness hit and darkness engulfed him, his mind wandered off far away. He was dreaming of his childhood brother — Arky.His dream was all starkly black, he couldn’t see anything. He tried to gaze around hoping to find some light to get rid of the darkness but he couldn’t find any.“Call me Arky...” a young boy’s voice ranged to his ears.He looked around but still, he couldn’t see the boy’s little face. Darkness was all over the place. He was confused why he couldn’t see anything around.“Axel...” this was what his brother called him every time he explain something to him.Another set of voices ranged on his ears belonging to the same boy. They were laughing hard while playing happily with a certain mobile phone. They were taking some short recordings.“Arky...” he repeatedly mumb

Arkael had intended only a fleeting moment of respite. A brief surrender to the throbbing in his temples before departing. But as his eyelids drifted shut, the present dissolved. And he was plunged back into the stark reality of his eight-year-old self.The day his life had begun its descent into a personal hell."Huhuhu..." His mother, Merida, was a portrait of inconsolable grief. Her sobs wracked her small frame after the arrival of the stranger.The man who owned the truck that had been ominously parked in their driveway earlier. The man whose words he overheard in hushed tones had snagged on Arkael's young mind: "...she was declared dead on arrival."That stark phrase was the only coherent piece of the conversation his young mind had registered before a loud rumble from his stomach had interrupted his eavesdropping from the shadows. The words held no real meaning for him then, and he dismissed them as adult nonsense.Yet, the scene unfolding before him was unsettling. Arkael watche

Arkael’s mind was deeply clouded with a haze of affection seeing a smiling Zadkiel upon opening his eyes. He felt something within him crawling against his flesh making his neves curl in anticipation.   The guy looks so damned attractive in his eyes as he stared at him directly. He liked him, this was what he concluded in his mind.   No wonder... No wonder... He had f*cked a lot of women just to find satisfaction to his plight but that left him uneven. He also put up with some guys but that also made him even more chaotic. They would always haunt him wherever he went just to have him inside them. They had named him as a good f*cking man whore. That title would always remind him of how he suffered a lot during his previous years.   Zadkiel’s messy wet hair