Semua Bab MOONLIGHT MYSTIQUE : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The music hall smelled faintly of smoke and dust, the old wood groaning beneath every breath of wind through its cracked windows. Eliot stood frozen, the broken moonlight spilling across his skin, casting him in pale silver. He had no business being here. Theo’s voice still echoed in his head—Stay away from him. Damien will ruin you. And yet, here he was, heart racing, throat dry, caught in the place he swore he wouldn’t return to.Damien was waiting. Of course he was.Leaning against the black piano, his shirt half-unbuttoned, collar loose, Damien looked like temptation carved into flesh. A predator disguised as a man. His smirk was sharp enough to cut, his dark eyes gleaming with the arrogance of someone who already knew the outcome of the game.“You came,” Damien murmured, voice low, velvety, dangerous.Eliot’s chest tightened. He wanted to leave, to spit out denial, but the words tangled in his throat. “I shouldn’t have,” he managed, but the protest fell flat.Damien’s laugh was s

The room was charged, as if the air itself had thickened under the weight of what Theo had just done. Eliot’s lips were swollen from the kiss, his body trembling as he stared up at Theo with wide, glassy eyes. Shame coiled in his stomach, but beneath it burned something hotter, hungrier—an ache he couldn’t smother, no matter how hard he tried. Theo didn’t give him space to think. He pressed Eliot harder against the door, his hands moving from Eliot’s wrists to his waist, fingers digging in possessively, claiming. His mouth trailed down Eliot’s throat, teeth scraping skin until Eliot gasped, the sound breaking out of him like a confession. “Do you hear yourself?” Theo whispered, his voice raw, lips dragging across the sensitive spot at the base of Eliot’s neck. “That sound… that’s mine. All of it. You’re mine.” Eliot whimpered, his body betraying him again, arching into Theo’s touch. His fingers curled desperately in Theo’s shirt, clutching fabric as though it were the only thing k

Eliot didn’t know when the trembling in his body became need. His back was still pressed against the door, but Theo’s mouth was everywhere—neck, collarbone, the line of his chest. Each kiss left fire, each bite made Eliot gasp and arch into him.Theo’s hands roamed with arrogant precision, like he owned the map of Eliot’s body, like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. His fingers lingered on sensitive skin, sliding lower until Eliot shuddered, knees threatening to buckle.“Theo—” Eliot gasped, his voice wrecked. He meant it as a warning, a plea to slow down, but it broke into a moan when Theo’s teeth grazed his skin.Theo pulled back just enough to look at him, his chest heaving, pupils blown wide with hunger. “Do you even know what you do to me?” His voice was a growl, low, primal. “I’ve tried to hold back. I’ve tried to let you breathe. But every time you look at me like this, every time you say my name like that—” His hand slid boldly down, cupping him through his

The knock faded, footsteps retreating down the hall, leaving the music room cloaked in its heavy silence again. Eliot leaned against the door once the coast was clear, his chest tight, his lips still tingling from the way Theo had claimed them not long ago.Theo didn’t move far. He prowled closer, a dark grin tugging at his lips, his knuckles brushing Eliot’s jaw with maddening softness. “See? You’re already learning how to hide me. How to lie with my taste still in your mouth.”Eliot flushed, his breath catching. “Theo—don’t make this worse.”“Worse?” Theo’s smirk turned dangerous, his eyes narrowing. “I’m the best thing that’s happened to you, Eliot. Don’t confuse chaos with clarity.”But before Eliot could reply, the air shifted. A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the room.Theo’s body went rigid.Eliot’s head snapped toward the corner of the practice hall, his pulse leaping into his throat.Damien stepped out from the shadows, leaning lazily against the piano with that infuria

Theo’s hand was still iron around Eliot’s wrist as he pulled him out of the music hall. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound reverberating down the empty corridor like a gunshot. Eliot stumbled to keep up with Theo’s furious strides, his breath ragged, his heart pounding as if it might leap out of his chest.“Theo—” Eliot began, his voice weak.“Don’t,” Theo snapped, not turning, his shoulders rigid, his jaw clenched. His voice carried the kind of cold fury that silenced everything around it. Eliot swallowed back words that pressed against his tongue, too afraid of setting him off again.Theo dragged him through the dim hallway, past rows of dusty lockers and flickering lights, until they burst through the side exit into the night air. The cool breeze hit Eliot’s flushed skin, but it wasn’t enough to ease the burn simmering in his chest.Finally, Theo stopped, but he didn’t release Eliot. His grip on Eliot’s wrist tightened almost painfully, a chain disguised as protection. He