Semua Bab MOONLIGHT MYSTIQUE : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The dorm room was dark when they arrived, the heavy door clicking shut behind them. The echo lingered like a warning, a reminder that in this space, Theo owned every inch of it—and of Eliot. Eliot leaned against the wall, chest still pounding from the cafeteria incident. Theo’s grip on his wrist had been possessive, suffocating, and yet, the heat it had sparked refused to fade. He had wanted to pull away, but Theo’s presence was relentless, magnetic, leaving him trembling in ways he hadn’t expected. Theo didn’t waste a single second. He closed the distance, pressing Eliot’s back against the wall with calculated force, one hand braced above his head, the other sliding to cradle Eliot’s hip. His breath brushed against Eliot’s ear, warm and heavy. “You feel that?” Theo murmured, voice low, rough, filled with hunger. “Every nerve in your body? That’s me. Only me. No one else touches you.” Eliot swallowed hard, trying to find words but failing. The heat that radiated from Theo’s body

Eliot couldn’t focus.Classes dragged on like slow-moving shadows, the words of professors dissolving into white noise as his mind spiraled around the events of the past two days. Theo’s possessive hands, lips, and teeth had left marks he could still feel, fire that lingered under his skin like embers refusing to die. Yet, despite the heat and overwhelming intimacy, another presence haunted him—another shadow he couldn’t escape.Damien.The memory of Damien leaning against him in the cafeteria, the faint brush of his hand, the predatory smirk that promised danger… it had lodged itself in Eliot’s mind like a splinter. He tried to push it away, tried to anchor himself to Theo, but his body betrayed him. Every nerve seemed to tingle, alive, electric, anticipating the next impossible moment.He was moving down the hallway between classes, head bent over his notebook, trying to ignore the students milling around him, when he felt it—a touch.Light. Almost impossibly light. A hand brushing

Damien leaned against the railing of the campus rooftop, cigarette burning between his fingers, the smoke curling into the night air like whispered promises. The city lights shimmered below, blurred and distant, but his attention was locked elsewhere—on the dorm building across the courtyard.He knew exactly which room belonged to Theo and Eliot.And he could almost feel it—the heat radiating from inside, the way Theo clung to Eliot like a starving wolf with its prey. Damien smirked, exhaling slowly, his sharp profile illuminated briefly by the glow of the cigarette.“Possessive bastard,” he muttered under his breath, but the words weren’t bitter. They were amused. Intrigued. Excited.Theo’s obsession only made Damien want Eliot more.Because this wasn’t about winning a boy—it was about unraveling something raw, forbidden, exquisite. Eliot was the kind of flame that drew predators. Soft, trembling, yet hiding a spark that could burn if nurtured. Theo wanted to cage it. Damien? Damien

Theo wasn’t asleep.At least, not fully. His body had dozed in and out, but something in the way Eliot shifted against him—the sharpness of his breath, the tremor in his hands—kept Theo tethered to the surface. When Eliot pressed closer to him, trying too hard to bury himself in the safety of Theo’s chest, Theo’s instincts flared.Something was wrong.Theo’s eyes snapped open, sharp and predatory even in the dim glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. He didn’t move immediately. He only listened. Eliot’s breathing was uneven, shallow, nothing like the soft rhythm Theo had memorized.And beneath that, faint but undeniable, Theo heard it: the buzz of a phone under the pillow.His chest tightened, heat flashing through him in a rush that was equal parts fury and fear.Slowly, deliberately, Theo brushed his lips against Eliot’s temple, murmuring, “Why are you trembling, moonlight?” His voice was low, intimate, but there was an edge to it—an undercurrent of danger Eliot couldn’

Morning came too quickly.The pale light of dawn slipped through the blinds, painting Eliot’s skin in soft gold. Theo hadn’t moved all night, his arm still heavy across Eliot’s waist, his body curved protectively against his back. It should have been comforting. It should have made Eliot feel safe.But it didn’t.Eliot lay still, wide awake, heart racing as if he’d run miles. His lips were sore from Theo’s consuming kisses, his body marked with fresh evidence of possession. He had surrendered—again. And yet, when his thoughts drifted, it wasn’t only Theo he remembered.It was Damien’s words. Damien’s touch. Damien’s promise.Eliot squeezed his eyes shut. Shame crashed over him, hot and suffocating. Why can’t I stop thinking about him?The soft buzz of his phone shattered the fragile quiet.Theo stirred faintly, muttering in his sleep, tightening his arm around Eliot as though he sensed danger even in dreams. Eliot’s stomach dropped. He slid his hand carefully under the pillow, pulling