All Chapters of Scarlet Obsession [BL]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ryan burst into Elian’s private office without knocking, slamming the door against the wall. “I came back the second I heard you flew home,” Ryan said, breathing a little hard like he had rushed straight here. “What the hell happened after I left? At least you could've told me you were coming home?” Elian didn’t even look up. He was busy moving around the large office like a storm, opening drawers and rifling through papers, searching for something with frantic energy. His head was still bandaged, and he moved a little stiffly with a murderous look on his face, but other than that, he looked okay. “You know I tried to warn you,” he said, stepping further into the room and folding his arm against his chest. “About him, I told you Dex wasn’t good for you. He’s toxic, possessive and he’s going to destroy you if you let him. But what you're doing right now is turning a blind eye, and I'm afraid you'll always do this when it comes to him, letting him do barbaric things and get away w

It had been almost a week. Dex sat behind his desk in the dim light of his office, staring at the city skyline through the tall windows. The glass of whiskey now sat numbly in his hands. He hadn’t touched it in minutes, because his mind was somewhere else, somewhere it had been stuck for days. Elian still wasn’t back. Dex had tried everything, every contact, every tracker, every way he could possibly go through to find Elian, but everything he did constantly lead to a dead end. It was like Elian had vanished off the face of the earth without a trace. He ran a hand over his face, jaw tight. He wouldn’t lie to himself, he was going crazy. The penthouse felt too big and too quiet without Elian’s constant chaos. No knives thrown at walls, no sarcastic remarks, no warm body to fight with….or fuck. The silence was driving him insane. He had even gone to Jacob two days ago, desperate for any information. But the old man had barely looked up from his papers. “He’ll come back when he

Dex stood frozen in the middle of the meeting room, heart slamming against his ribs like it wanted to break free. The moment Elian walked in, it felt like someone had poured ice water over his burning chest, a horrible, aching thirst finally quenched after days of drought. It might feel like he was exaggerating, but that was exactly how he was feeling. And fuck, his husband looked good. Elian was in all black. A fitted black turtleneck that clung to his lean chest and arms, black pants that hugged his legs, and black boots that made him look taller. A thin silver chain dangled around his neck, catching the light with every step. His hair was messy, falling over his forehead in that careless way that always made Dex’s fingers itch to touch it. In one phrase, he looked sexy as fuck. But Elian wasn't looking at Dex, no. His eyes were dead set on the other person in the room. Elian looked surprised at first, then a slow, genuinely amused smile spread across his face. Dex knew that lo

Elena stood outside the sleek apartment door, arms wrapped tightly around herself as she glanced over her shoulder one more time. She raised her hand and knocked sharply on the door. And a few seconds later, the door opened. Julian stood there, shirtless, a cigarette hanging lazily between his lips. His sandy blond hair was slightly messy, and the low lighting highlighted the defined lines of his chest and shoulders. He looked completely at ease, unlike Elena who looked like she was going to burst out of nervousness. “Took you long enough,” Julian said, voice low and slightly amused. “I’ve been expecting you all day.” He turned and walked back inside, leaving the door open for her. Elena rolled her eyes and stepped in, closing the door behind her. “Took you longer. I’ve been standing out here freezing my ass off waiting for you to open the damn door.” Julian didn’t reply. He just took a slow drag from the cigarette and dropped onto the couch, legs spread casually. Elena stood

“Boss, he hasn’t come out yet. There's still no sight of him.”The voice crackled through the small earpiece Julian had in his right ear. He sat in the driver’s seat of his black SUV, parked in a shady corner across the street from the nondescript building. The evening sun was starting to dip lower, casting long shadows over the quiet street. But all that didn't move Julian the slightest bit, he had been sitting here for hours, fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.He pressed the button on the small device and spoke into it with a low voice. “What about the front and back exits? Are they covered?”“Yes, sir,” the man on the other end replied quickly. “We have eyes on both. Two men on the front, three on the back. But there's still movement, so we believe he’s still inside.”Julian leaned back in his seat, clenching his jaw tightly. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the building through the tinted windows. Four hours. It had been almost four hours since Elian walked in t