Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 2: Orders in the DarkThe hotel room air sat thick around us now. Callan still had his thumb pressed against my chin keeping my head tilted up. My knees dug into that cheap carpet and my shirt lay crumpled on the floor like evidence I could never hide. His phone kept buzzing on the nightstand. Short angry vibrations that cut through everything.I tried to pull back but his grip held steady. “What syndicate? Callan what the hell are you talking about?”He let go of my chin slow. Stepped back just enough so I could breathe again. His eyes stayed on me the whole time like he was measuring every twitch. “Get up Brooks. Put your shirt back on. We are not doing this here anymore.”I pushed to my feet on legs that did not want to cooperate. My fingers fumbled with the buttons. One went through the wrong hole and I had to start over. “You can’t just drop that and walk away. Syndicate? They know about the video? How?”Callan picked up his phone and silenced it with one thumb. He did no

Chapter 4: Watched SurrenderCallan held the phone in one hand while his other stayed buried in my hair. The screen lit his face with that cold blue glow. Handler’s voice crackled through the speaker before the video even connected fully. “Captain. Rookie. We decided a live demonstration would be more efficient than waiting for tomorrow’s dose. Show us the rookie understands his place.”I stayed on my knees. Carpet pressing into my skin again. My hands still hovered at Callan’s waistband where I had been reaching. The sweatpants hung low on his hips. Scars catching the lamplight. My mouth felt too dry to speak.Callan’s fingers tightened just enough to tilt my head back. He looked down at me not at the phone. “You heard them Brooks. Keep going. Slow. And talk while you do it.”I swallowed hard. Fingers hooking into the fabric. “Yes Sir.” The words came out shaky but they came. I tugged the waistband down inch by inch. He was already half hard. The sight made something low in my stomac

Chapter 6: Private MeetingThe message sat on Callan’s phone like a live grenade. Father wants a private meeting with the rookie. Tomorrow night. No captain allowed. Compliance or the next video drops with full audio.I read it twice even though the words burned. My stomach twisted so hard I almost tasted bile. The link between us pulsed with Callan’s tension, mixing with my own fear until it felt like we were both drowning in the same cold water.Callan’s arms were still wrapped around me, his bare chest warm against my back. For a second he didn’t move. Then his grip tightened, not in command this time, but like he was holding onto something he didn’t want to lose.“They’re testing us,” he said, voice low and rough. “Trying to see if I’ll let you walk into that alone.”I turned in his hold until I could look at him. Our faces were still close, breath mingling in the dark room. “What if I say no? What happens then?”His jaw flexed. Those intense eyes searched mine for a long moment

Chapter 8: First ReportMorning light cut through the hotel curtains like a blade. I woke up tangled in Callan’s arms, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back. The stronger dose had settled overnight, but the link felt wider now, like a live current running between us. Every small movement he made echoed in my own body. When he shifted in his sleep, I felt the phantom ache of old scars in my shoulder.I lay there for a long minute, listening to the dual heartbeat. Mine. His. Braided together so tightly it was getting hard to tell where one ended and the other began.Callan stirred behind me. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. “You’re awake,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep.“Yeah.” I swallowed. “The encrypted phone is going to buzz any minute. I have to send the first report to my father today.”He pressed his face into the back of my neck, breath warm. “We write it together. Right now. Before anyone else wakes up.”We sat up in bed, sheets pool

Chapter 10: Meeting the SyndicateThe encrypted message sat on the phone like a death sentence. Change of plans. Private meeting with both of you tomorrow night. The syndicate wants to discuss the next phase. Bring Lachlan. No excuses.Callan read it over my shoulder, his body going rigid behind me. The link between us spiked hard, his anger and protectiveness crashing into my own fear until my chest felt too tight to breathe.“Tomorrow night,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “They’re done playing in the shadows. They want us both there.”I turned in his arms until I could see his face. “What if it’s a trap? What if they’re planning to separate us or force something worse?”His hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb stroking my bottom lip. The touch was firm, grounding. “Then we walk in together and we walk out together. No matter what they say. You stay close to me the entire time. If anything feels wrong through the link, you squeeze it hard. I’ll know.”I nodded, but the knot in my