All Chapters of Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

‎Meanwhile in Leo’s Room‎‎The machines hummed low.‎IV fluid dripped with sterile rhythm.‎Leo’s body lay still—limp, quiet—but something deep within him stirred.‎His breathing hitched.‎Brows creased faintly.‎‎And then, in a voice so soft it could’ve been the air itself, his lips parted around a single name.‎‎“Rem…”‎‎A tear slipped from the corner of his closed eye, trailing a silver path down his pale cheek.‎Even in unconsciousness… he remembered.‎The man.‎‎The only one—other than Kane—who had ever made him feel truly seen. Truly wanted.‎‎Remile.‎‎That was the name Leo knew him by. A shadow of a man who held him through sleepless nights. Who whispered promises against his skin. Who kissed him with a reverence Leo had never known.‎‎The man who touched his scars like they weren’t flaws.‎‎The one who looked into him and didn’t flinch.‎‎Remile had seen through the mask. Past the pain. Into the trembling core of Leo’s heart—the part that begged to be loved.‎‎And

‎The door slammed shut behind Lucien with a sharp click—final, echoing through the dim, stone-clad room like a judge’s verdict.‎‎Lyra didn’t flinch.‎‎She sat cross-legged on the bed, her dress ruffled from earlier mischief, an untouched glass of wine in hand. Her eyes glinted with defiance. Pride. A little too satisfied for someone about to face her storm.‎‎Lucien’s eyes narrowed.‎‎He didn’t speak at first—just unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up, eyes locked on hers.‎‎“You thought Kane wouldn’t trace that little game back to you and Mason?” His voice was calm. Too calm.‎‎Lyra didn’t blink. “She asked for help. I gave it.”‎‎He moved closer. “You gagged her. With my silk.”‎‎“I thought you liked sharing.”‎‎Lucien’s jaw flexed. “Not when you share my things to provoke war.”‎‎Lyra smirked. “You’re not mad. You’re just… wound up.”‎‎Lucien stopped an arm’s length away. “You don’t get to read me, brat. Not after risking her safety.” “Do you know what would have ha

‎‎The night had swallowed the estate whole.‎‎In the quiet stillness of Kane’s private quarters, the outside world no longer existed. Just the weight of the silence, the warmth beneath the duvet, and two souls learning how to breathe again.‎‎Castelle lay curled into Kane, their bare skin pressed together under the soft cocoon of covers. His arm wrapped around her like a shield—solid, unmoving, safe. His breath kissed the top of her head with every exhale, while his hand stroked her back in slow, calming circles.‎‎“I used to think I wasn’t meant to be loved,” she whispered into the silence, her voice raw. “Before you, they never saw me. Just used me. Rooms I couldn’t escape. Shadows that smelled like liquor. I wasn’t a person—I was a body.”‎‎Kane didn’t speak.‎‎He only held her tighter, his hand pausing at the base of her spine, grounding her.‎‎“I thought I was broken,” she continued, chest tightening. “Especially after my ex-husband came back. I had finally started stitchi

‎The machines beeped steadily in the background, Leo’s body still motionless, save for the subtle rise and fall of his chest. Kane stood like a statue, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Leo—haunted.‎‎He ran a hand through his thick hair, fingers curling at the roots like he wanted to rip something apart. His jaw was tight, a vein ticking at his temple.‎‎The door creaked open behind him.‎Lucien and Matteo stepped in quietly.‎Kane didn’t flinch.‎He didn’t have to look to know who they were.‎Only when he sensed their pause did he finally turn.‎His eyes were dark. Hollowed. Wild.‎“How’s my Queen?” he asked hoarsely.‎‎Lucien gave a soft nod. “She’s curled up in my bed. With Lyra and Mason. She misses you, but… she’s okay. She’s safe.”‎‎Kane’s fist clenched. The sound of his knuckles cracking echoed through the room.‎Without warning, he turned and punched the wall.‎Hard.‎The plaster cracked under the force, his knuckles splitting open.‎‎“Check the fucking CCTV,” he barked, his

‎Meanwhile in Leo’s Room‎‎The machines hummed low.‎IV fluid dripped with sterile rhythm.‎Leo’s body lay still—limp, quiet—but something deep within him stirred.‎His breathing hitched.‎Brows creased faintly.‎‎And then, in a voice so soft it could’ve been the air itself, his lips parted around a single name.‎‎“Rem…”‎‎A tear slipped from the corner of his closed eye, trailing a silver path down his pale cheek.‎Even in unconsciousness… he remembered.‎The man.‎‎The only one—other than Kane—who had ever made him feel truly seen. Truly wanted.‎‎Remile.‎‎That was the name Leo knew him by. A shadow of a man who held him through sleepless nights. Who whispered promises against his skin. Who kissed him with a reverence Leo had never known.‎‎The man who touched his scars like they weren’t flaws.‎‎The one who looked into him and didn’t flinch.‎‎Remile had seen through the mask. Past the pain. Into the trembling core of Leo’s heart—the part that begged to be loved.‎‎And