Trigger Code: Obey The Devil의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

“You have something of mine I’d like you to return,” the uncle said.Lucien didn’t even slow down. His steps stayed smooth and indifferent.“How unfortunate,” Lucien replied, voice lazy and razor-cold. “I didn’t realize you’d lost your walking stick or your brain cells.”“I wish I'm playing around with you this time, but I'm not.” The uncle said, but Lucien kept walking… until the uncle said the name that suddenly made Lucien's legs heavy.“Noah. He belongs to me. You have him right now and I expect you to give him back to me.”Lucien halted.The uncle smiled, slow, triumphant. “He’s mine. I’ve been searching for him for years. I don’t know how you got him, but you have to hand him over.”Lucien turned, the corridor’s soft lighting sharpening the lines of his face into something lethal.“Hand him over?” he repeated, tone flat. “Are you talking about an object?”The uncle stepped closer. “You wouldn’t want this to escalate. I’m doing you the courtesy of asking. He belongs to me. I paid

The room was washed in dull red, bleeding glow that soaked into the walls and made shadows cling longer than they should. A single red bulb hung above the snooker table at the center of the room, its light cutting the space into pockets of darkness. The air smelled of smoke, oil, and old money. Daniel leaned against the edge of the table, one foot hooked over the other. A cigarette burned between his lips, ash hanging long before dropping onto the floor. He was disassembling a gun and wiping the pieces with slow, practiced care. Although you could tell, from the expression on his face, that he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't bored. Across from him, his uncle sat at a low table, stacks of cash spread out neatly. Mr. Blackwell counted without looking hurried, fingers flicking bills with mechanical precision. There's a glass with amber liquid sitting untouched beside him. For a while, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the soft click of gun parts and the dry whisper o

“Bounce.”Lucien muttered, his voice rough and low, commanding. "Bounce On Daddy's Cock, my horny hellion."Noah attempted it, lifting his hips experimentally, but his body faltered, trembling as he sank back down too quickly. “Uhh, I can't,” he admitted, frustration mixing with desire in his whine.“Why? You don't wanna be a little slut anymore?” Lucien taunted, his grip tightening on Noah's chin.“I wanna— but it's too big,” Noah whined, his voice breaking as he squirmed, feeling every inch stretching him wide.“Too big, huh? You've been taking it so well,” Lucien replied, a smirk curling his lips despite the heat building in his core.“Because Daddy gives it well. It feels too big like this,” Noah whimpered, his hands clutching Lucien’s shirt.Lucien shifted his hands to Noah's ass, guiding the firm cheeks with firm pressure. “Let Daddy help you, okay? Slow at first... there.”Noah let out a guttural gasp as Lucien took control, lifting Noah's hips and pulling him back down in a me

Noah woke up to a gentle tapping on his back.He shifted, still half-dreaming. He stretched lazily, arms reaching above his head as he turned toward the sound of Lucien’s voice.Lucien sat at the edge of the bed, already dressed, one hand resting on Noah’s back.“Good morning, hellion.”Noah blinked his eyes open, squinting up at him. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction.“Good… morning,” he mumbled, then frowned. “What’s a hellion?”Lucien’s mouth twitched. “One of my favorite rifles.”Noah stared at him for a second, then nodded like that explained everything.“Oh.”Lucien huffed a quiet laugh and ran his fingers through Noah’s hair, slowly.“I’m stepping out. Breakfast is ready. Make sure you eat. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”Noah’s face fell instantly. He pushed himself up on his elbows.“Can I come with you?”“No.”Noah sat up, blinking up at him with wide eyes. He didn’t say anything else, he just sat there pouting knowing that'd activate Lucien's soft spot fo

(Noah's POV)I stopped counting the days after the first one because counting made it feel like waiting, and waiting felt like wanting, and wanting was uncertain when it came to Lucien. So I just let time pass the way it wanted to, quiet and heavy, stretched thin inside the mansion like a held breath.Lucien had been different since that day.Not loud-different. Not cruel-different. Just closer. Tighter. Like he had shortened an invisible leash I did not remember agreeing to wear, except I must have, because it felt natural when it pulled.He barely let me out of his reach now. If he sat, I sat near. If he stood, I stood with him. If he walked, his hand found mine or the back of my neck or the small of my back, always guiding, always reminding. When he's working, I stay where he could see me. When he slept, I was tucked against him like something that could be misplaced if left unattended. My problem is that he's just keeping me so tightly close to him and he won't even find time to g