Scarlet Obsession [BL] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Elian stared at Dex like he had lost his mind.The suddenly felt too small. He looked from his wrapped hands to Dex’s face, waiting for the joke to land, but it never did. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” Elian said flatly. “I’m not going to hit you.”“Yes, you are.” Dex said with a stubborn determination. Elian let out a scoff. “No. I’m not. This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. What the hell is wrong with you? You want me to beat you until you’re half-conscious?”Dex gave him a cold look and took one step closer. “You’ve been letting Michael get inside your head for years. He calls you weak, and you believe him. He shows up, and you become the weakest version of you I've ever seen. He orders you around like a fucking puppet, and you abide to his every whim. He fucking drugged you Elian, and you let it happen. I’m not watching that happen again.”Elian’s jaw tightened. “So your solution is to make me beat the shit out of you?” he said flatly.“It’s the only way you’ll remem

Elian stared down at his bandages hands, repeating what his husband just said over and over in his head. Then he scoffed bitterly and pushed himself off the bed. He looked down at his husband, his face returning to the cold expression from earlier. “I should’ve known,” he muttered, more to himself than to Dex. “I should’ve known you wanted something. Of course there was a price.” He tried looking everywhere in the room but Dex, but he was failing.“Of all the things I expected you to ask for, telling me to quit wasn’t one of them. How the hell do you expect me to keep trusting you after this?” Dex remained seated on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. “I’m not asking you to trust me blindly. I’m asking you to see the only way this works. The only way you can actually fight your family is if you’re no longer under them. As long as you’re still the Virelli heir, you’re still their puppet. Your grandfather pulls the strings, your father just blatantly hates you, your brother

Elian’s back hit the floor hard, the impact knocking the wind clean out of him. He coughed, gasping for air as he stared up at the ceiling of the training room. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. His arms burned and his legs felt like lead. Dex appeared in his vision with a very serious look on his face. “Get up,” he said from above him. Elian didn’t move. He stayed flat on the floor, chest rising and falling too fast. “We should take a break.” Dex shook his head. “There’s no resting on a battlefield.” Elian sat up with a sharp glare, still breathing hard. “Who the fuck fights on a battlefield for six hours? We’ve been at this since five in the morning. I’m hungry. I’m tired. And I need to take a damn shower.” Dex just gave him that familiar, unimpressed look that always meant he wasn’t going to bend. Elian already knew what it meant, and right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. “What did I tell you about maintaining your anger?” Dex asked. “Well how the hell am I supp

By the time they reached their destination, the sun was already setting. The sky had turned a deep orange that slowly bled into purple, and the first hints of night were settling over the open land. The long drive had drained both of them. Dex and Elian sat in the back in complete silence the entire way. Elian had a million things he wanted to say, he had questions, but every time he opened his mouth, Dex shot him a sharp look that was enough to shut him up again. After hours of driving through empty roads and endless green fields, they finally arrived at a very haunted-looking building. It stood alone in the middle of nowhere. There were no other buildings or signs of life in sight, just a wide stretch of overgrown grass and a few dying trees. The place looked abandoned at first glance, it had cracked walls, dark dusty windows, and a heavy eerie silence that felt unnatural. Elena drove the car toward a rusted iron gate that looked like one solid hit would make it collapse. Surpri

The room froze, plunging into a sudden deep silence. Elena was the one that moved first. In one smooth motion she reached under the table, pulled out a compact black pistol, and raised it toward the hallway, both hands steady despite the sudden tension in her shoulders. Her eyes were fixed sharply on the dark corridor where the sound had echoed from. Dex stood up just as quickly, body coiled and ready, drawing out his own gun too. Very much on alert and prepared for whatever was about to walk through that doorway. Unlike Elian, who didn't move an inch from where he sat on the chair. He leaned into the couch like nothing was wrong, one arm resting along the backrest, expression completely unbothered. The contrast was almost unsettling. While Elena remained standing with her gun aimed and her finger close to the trigger, and Dex no less the same, Elian looked as if he had already decided the situation wasn’t worth the effort. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, keeping them