The safehouse in Ikoyi felt unnaturally quiet after the Core’s destruction. The temporal echoes had finally faded, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant murmur of Lagos traffic far below. Alex stood at the window, watching the city lights flicker in their normal, chaotic rhythm. The leather collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt lighter now symbols of choice rather than chains of fate. Damian’s ring was warm on his finger.Damian came up behind him, arms sliding around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.“It’s over,” he murmured. “No more rifts. No more forced roles. Just us.”Alex leaned back into him.“Just us.”They kissed slow, deep, the kind of kiss that promised the rest of their lives. Clothes came off without urgency. They made love on the floor, equal and tender, taking turns, laughing when limbs tangled, whispering both filthy things and gentle vows. When they finished, they lay tangled together, breathing in sync.For
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