All Chapters of A Kingdom of two kings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

9:55 a.m. – Office of Ace Rotherwell Ace gazed at the vacant spot where Noah had been moments before. The air lingered with the subtle aroma of his cologne warm, alluring, completely recognizable.His breath was closer and heart taken His fingers trembled. It had been more than a year since he last touched Noah. He had not permitted himself to recall the sensation. However, at this point? Suddenly, the memories flooded back like a twinkle of flashback, unwelcomed and persistent. A year ago – El Ático en Royalton Towers Rain drummed on the window like a metronome,gently and constant. Ace positioned himself by the floor to ceiling window, whiskey clasped in his hands, Noah’s laughter,resonated from the bedroom.warm, tipsy, and carefree close to him. "You’re mulling it over again," Noah remarked, barefoot, his shirt all of the sudden was partially unbuttoned, his chest glimmering faintly from the steam of the shower. Ace remained stiffed. "You’re impaired." “I’m content,” No

The skyline of the city was glistening with the heaviness of the twilight approaching closer to the day. Looking from the skyscraper From where the uppermost level of Van Eden Enterprises, a glass edifices reaching towards the stars, the world appeared subdued controlled. Yet within the CEO's exclusive suite, authority was rapidly diminishing.Ace walked back and forth, his silk shirt partially undone, his body still humming from their intense confrontation. The atmosphere was thick with desire, aspiration, and past injuries. He could still sense Julian's lips on his neck, that sting of vengeance hidden as longing.He gazed at the bar cart situated in the corner. Whisky? Tequila? Or perhaps nothing at all because if he dulled the edges, he wouldn’t sense the fractures that Julian’s return had inflicted on his meticulously organized life.The door squeaked.Ace spun around, heart constricting. Julian strode in as if he ruled the entire skyline, as if their past had never been shattere

The subterranean room was illuminated solely by the flickering light of one mage’s torch. Shadows adhered to the stone walls as if they were sentient, eavesdropping. Outside, the storm lashed at the ancient manor’s roof, but within, the true turmoil was taking place.A lengthy oak table divided Aelric and Lucien, its top adorned with crimson wax seals, ornate quills, and one black scroll — the agreement. It wasn't paper. It throbbed softly, as though it were alive, connecting itself to anyone bold enough to sign it.“Once you grasp the quill, there’s no way to retreat,” Lucien remarked, his voice smooth yet laced with venom. His eyes sparkled with a desire that was not fully human.Aelric’s jaw clenched. “And what if I decline?”Lucien reclined in his seat, grinning. “Next, the Syndicate locates another mage to be by my side… and you’ll spend your life on the run.” “You're skilled, Aelric… but nobody can run indefinitely.”The atmosphere became heavy enchanted, ominous, and oppressive