All Chapters of Scarlet Obsession [BL]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The jet engines roared louder as the plane picked up speed down the runway. Elian’s grip on the armrests tightened until his knuckles turned white under the bandages. His chest felt tight, like someone was slowly squeezing the air out of his lungs. He tried to breathe normally, but it came out shaky and uneven. ‘No, not now. Not fucking now.’ He thought as his heart hammered wildly against his ribs, then the familiar wave of panic started creeping in slowly, the same one that always hit him during takeoff. His hands began to tremble and sweat prickled at the back of his neck. And all of a sudden, the white suit that had felt elegant earlier now felt suffocating. “Elian,” Dex said softly, voice sharp with concern. He unbuckled his seatbelt immediately and moved to the seat right next to him. “Hey, look at me.” Elian didn’t respond. His breathing was getting faster, shallower. The plane lifted off the ground, and his stomach dropped violently. A soft, broken sound escaped his throa

The Grand Hôtel suite was huge and beautiful. Big windows showed the sparkling sea outside and soft lights glowed inside. There were two bedrooms, a large living room, and a bed so big it looked like it could fit ten people. Their bags were already waiting for them when they entered. The moment the door closed behind them, the air felt thick and heavy. Elian walked into the living room first, he dropped his white coat on the couch and loosened the top buttons of his white shirt while Dex just stood by like a fucking creep and watched him like a hungry wolf. At a point, Dex couldn’t hold it in anymore. He stormed across the room and grabbed Elian by the arm, spinning him around and pushing him back against the wall. “Tell me the truth,” Dex growled, his face inches away from Elian’s. “Did you fuck Ryan?” He was paranoid, and he knew damn well he was losing his cool. But he needed to know, more like confirm, if his husband had actually slept with the way too confident man th

The Eclipse Gala was already buzzing when their car pulled up to the grand venue early that evening. Crystal chandeliers sparkled through the tall windows, and soft music floated out into the warm night.Elian stepped out first, looking sharp in a deep burgundy suit that hugged his frame perfectly. The rich color made his skin glow and it brought out the dangerous spark in his eyes. Dex followed right behind him in a sleek all-black suit with a matching burgundy tie. It was definitely a silent statement that they belonged together, whether they liked it or not.They walked side by side toward the entrance and stopped at the guest list table, Elian leaned in and asked in a low voice, “Is Michael Virelli here tonight?”Dex froze beside him. Michael Virelli? The name finally clicked in his head. Dex had spent the last few days quietly digging for information on the man behind Elian’s misery, but every trail had led to a dead end. He had no idea the monster had the same last name as Elian

Before Elian could protest, Dex yanked him out of Ryan's hold and pulled him flush against his chest. One big hand settled possessively on Elian’s lower back, and the other held his hand tightly. They started moving to the music, but there was nothing soft about the way Dex held him. Their bodies were pressed together, chests brushing with every step. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” Dex growled quietly against Elian’s ear. “You could've declined, but you decided to accept his hand and dance with him right in front of me. What the hell are you trying to prove huh?” Elian tilted his head, lips brushing against Dex’s jaw as they turned. “Jealous again? I thought you liked watching.” Dex’s hand slid lower on Elian’s back, almost gripping his ass in front of everyone. “I’ll fuck you right here on this dance floor if you keep testing me.” Elian let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” He gritted out. He should be calm, satisfied at least now that he finally

Elian lay unconscious on the large bed, his burgundy suit jacket had been removed and shirt was unbuttoned. Blood had dried on the side of his head and down his face. Dex sat beside him on the bed, jaw clenched so tightly it sure would ache. He carefully cleaned the deep gash on the side of Elian’s head with steady hands, but his eyes were burning with rage he could barely contain. Every time he looked at Elian’s pale face and the bruise forming on his temple, something dark twisted in his chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Dex’s hand trembled slightly as he pressed a fresh gauze pad against the wound. “Fuck,” Dex muttered under his breath. He reached for more antiseptic, but the anger he was trying to keep contained finally boiled over. With a sudden, violent motion, he grabbed the entire first aid kit and hurled it across the room. The box smashed against the wall, and the contents scattered everywhere. He stood up abruptly, breathing hard as he stared at Elian