All Chapters of Scarlet Obsession [BL]: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ryan saw him first. The moment his eyes landed on Dex standing at the bottom of the stairs, he pulled back from the hug and leaned in slightly toward Elian and whispered something too low for Dex to catch. Ryan must've said something about him, cause Elian turned at once. When his gaze found Dex, he sighed sharply. It was a quiet, faintly disappointed sound, like he had already known this was going to become a problem. Ryan spoke quietly to him again and Elian gave a small nod. Then Ryan stepped away, offering Elian a brief wave before heading for the door. As he passed, his eyes met Dex’s in a short, heated look. He didn’t say anything, he just simply walked out and closed the door behind him. The silence that followed was thick with tension. Mostly from Dex's side, cause Elian looked like he was one second away from rolling his eyes to the back of his head, permanently. Elian stayed where he was for a second longer before turning fully toward Dex. His expression was carefully

Dex nodded, “Yes, I believe I do.” “She used to be my secretary. You’ve seen her before.” He said, sighing shortly after. “After everything that happened… after the gala, I told her to disappear.”Dex only raised a brow. He didn't need to ask the question, the expression on his face was enough.“She knows too much about everything. And with Julian suddenly back in the picture then, with everything else falling apart, keeping her visible would’ve been stupid. She has a family to look after. I wasn’t going to let her become another target just because she worked for me.”Dex didn’t interrupt, so Elian continued.“And yes, I have several other people working under me that also deserved safety, but none of them were as close to me as Elara was. I’ve known her a long time, longer than most of the other people around me. I don’t trust easily, and she was one of the few I could actually rely on. So the only way I could keep her close without putting her at risk was to cut all regular contac

“If we weren’t enemies,” Dex said suddenly, “if we hadn’t been born into this rugged world… do you think our story would’ve been different?” Elian’s hand stilled around the knife. The soft rhythmic sound of the blade against the cutting board stopped at once. He lifted his head and looked at Dex, one brow rising at the sheer absurdity of the question. “What suddenly has your head going that deep?” he asked. Dex shrugged from where he sat at the dining table, watching him. “I don’t know. The thought came to me this morning and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since.” Elian sighed, shook his head slightly, and resumed cutting. A moment later he scraped the ingredients into the pot on the stove, the quiet sizzle filling the kitchen. Neither of them spoke while he finished, put the knife aside, wiped the board, and cleaned his hands at the sink. They were making a late breakfast. Don't ask what they'd been doing all morning. After everything that had happened, time had

“I’ve never really seen him that quiet, especially with me. If I hadn’t stepped in, they probably would’ve gone at it right there in the hallway. Dex chuckled under his breath at Mark's words. Mark was telling him about the 'drama’ that unfolded two days ago, when they were trying to handle a problem, to which Elena and James had had different ideas, but was not willing to succumb to each other. Dex always knew James was never going to be a quiet person, that guy had a lot of similarities to his boss. He was sure Elian and James probably never realized how alike they were. The bedroom door opened a second later, and Elian walked into the living room, adjusting the cuff of the sleeve of his shirt. Dex glanced over at him with a small, satisfied look. “See?” Dex said. “I knew they would get along eventually.” Elian raised a brow, already knowing who Dex was referring to. “That’s not what I’d call getting along.” He said, then turned to look at Mark, the edge in his expression ea

Jacob’s hand withdrew slowly from the phone calmly and settled back into his lap. A brief silence settled in the room as the weapon remained cold against his neck. Then, slowly, a proud, satisfied smile touched his mouth. “I knew you would come back,” he said. “You’ve Neva been able to fend for yourself. Blood has a way of calling its own.” The gun left Jacob’s neck a second later, and Elian stepped around him. He calmly took the seat opposite, setting the weapon on the table between them. Elian sat calmly, eyes raking slowly over his grandfather. “You’ve lost your spark,” he said. Jacob raised a brow. “The man I knew would’ve sensed a fly entering this room,” Elian continued. “Now look at you. Sitting unguarded, pretending the world is still arranged the way you left it. It’s almost…sad.” Jacob’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, he looked more amused. You possibly couldn't blame this old man for feeling alive again after a while. Though what he still failed to admit, was th