Semua Bab MOONLIGHT MYSTIQUE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The sun rose, but its light brought no warmth. Eliot trudged across campus the next morning with his hood pulled low, head pounding from the sleepless night. He’d barely closed his eyes after Theo stormed from his room, leaving behind a silence heavier than chains. The ghost of Theo’s kiss still lingered on his lips—raw, consuming, terrifyingly addictive.Every time he replayed it in his mind, his body heated with shameful longing, but the echo of Damien’s words wound through it all like smoke. Theo will cage you. I’ll set you free.He clenched his fists in his pockets, trying to shake it off. He couldn’t let Damien worm his way into his thoughts again.But when Eliot slipped into the campus café for coffee, his stomach dropped. Damien was there, lounging at a corner table like he owned the room, legs sprawled, his dark sweater stretched across his broad chest. His sharp smile widened the second their eyes met.Eliot froze. He should turn around. Walk out. But his legs betrayed him, c

The night stretched on, thick and suffocating, as if the walls themselves were listening. Theo hadn’t let Eliot leave. He hadn’t even unlocked the door since dragging him inside. Eliot sat perched on the edge of the bed, his breathing uneven, his pulse still hammering from the storm of Theo’s lips and hands hours before.Theo stood by the window, his broad frame backlit by the faint glow of moonlight. He looked untamed, wild—his shirt half unbuttoned, his chest heaving as though he’d been holding back the urge to pounce again. His eyes glowed in the dark like a predator who had cornered his prey.Eliot wanted to say something—to break the silence, to anchor them back into reality—but his tongue felt useless. His lips still tingled with Theo’s kisses, his skin still burned where teeth had grazed him.Theo finally turned, his gaze locking onto him with unrelenting intensity. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His voice was low, rough, dangerous.Eliot’s breath caught. “Theo…”Theo c

Damien lingered in the shadows long after he should have left. The corridor was cold, silent, but his body buzzed with the electricity of what he had just witnessed.Theo was cracking.It was written in the way his voice strained, the way he gripped Eliot as if he were afraid the boy might vanish in the space of a breath. And Eliot—oh, Eliot—Damien could practically taste the desperation bleeding from him. That fragile tremor in his voice, the silent pleading in his eyes when Theo pressed too close… It was everything Damien had been waiting for.He shifted against the wall, sliding his hands into his pockets, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. “Possession always burns itself out,” he murmured, amused at the irony. “And when it does, all that’s left is ashes.”The door creaked faintly behind him, but Damien was careful. He stepped back into the deeper shadow of the corridor, silent as a serpent. When the faintest sound of movement stilled again, he smiled. They hadn’t noticed him.

The lecture hall was too quiet.At least, it felt that way to Eliot. His pen scratched weakly against the paper, but the words blurred before his eyes. He hadn’t heard a single thing the professor had said for the past fifteen minutes. All he could feel was the weight of Theo’s presence behind him—sharp, unwavering, like a shield pressed against his back.Theo always sat just behind him now. Always close enough that Eliot couldn’t breathe without knowing Theo was there. It should have been comforting, yet Eliot felt like he was living inside a cage. A golden, suffocating cage.And then… Damien walked in.The atmosphere shifted immediately.Damien didn’t make a scene. He didn’t have to. The simple act of stepping into the lecture hall was enough. The low hum of conversations faltered, more than a few heads turning to watch as he made his way down the aisle with deliberate, unhurried steps.Eliot’s chest tightened. He kept his eyes glued to his notebook, willing himself to look small, i

The dorm was quiet when they returned. Too quiet. Every sound—the faint hum of the heater, the rustle of papers on the desk—felt magnified, almost deafening. Eliot’s pulse still raced, the memory of Damien’s smirk and possessive gaze twisting in his chest like a knife.Theo closed the door behind them with a decisive click. No hesitation. No room for intrusion. The lock clicked, final.Eliot’s back pressed against the door, heart hammering. He wanted to speak, to explain, to beg, to apologize—but Theo’s eyes were sharp, storm-dark, and waiting.“You can’t keep looking at him,” Theo said, voice low, dangerous, like a growl buried under velvet. His hand trailed along Eliot’s jaw, brushing his lips, his fingers curling possessively into the soft skin there. “Not now. Not ever. You’re mine, Eliot. Do you understand?”Eliot swallowed hard, nodding, but the words caught in his throat. The truth was, he did understand. Too well. And yet, the heat of Damien’s presence earlier still burned ben