Alle Kapitel von Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Chapter 11: Twelve HoursThe encrypted phone screen glowed in the dark like a threat I couldn’t escape. Twelve hours. That was all the syndicate had given us before they would drop the edited video that would destroy Callan’s life and mine. My hands were still shaking as I set the phone down on the nightstand.Callan hadn’t moved. He was still holding me against his chest, his heartbeat steady through the link even though I could feel the storm raging underneath it. The stronger dose made every emotion feel louder. His anger. His fear. His fierce need to protect me. All of it bled straight into my own chest until I couldn’t tell which feelings were mine.“Twelve hours,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “What the hell are we supposed to do in twelve hours?”Callan’s arm tightened around me. His breath was warm against my hair. “We don’t panic. We plan.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense even in the low light. “First, we get dressed. Then we call Tate an

Chapter 13: Phantom PainThe new double dose hit harder than anything before it.I woke up gasping, my body drenched in sweat even though the hotel room was cool. The link was screaming. Not with words, but with raw sensation. A deep, throbbing ache pulsed through my left shoulder and down my arm pain that wasn’t mine. Callan’s old injury. The one that had ended his days as an enforcer and left him sterile. I could feel every scar, every damaged nerve like it was happening to me right now.“Fuck…” I hissed, clutching my shoulder. My fingers dug into the muscle, trying to make it stop.Callan was already awake beside me. He sat up fast, his hand landing on my back. “Brooks. Breathe. It’s the link. It’s transferring the pain.”I curled forward, pressing my forehead against my knees. “It hurts so much. How do you live with this every day?”His arm wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. His voice was rough with sleep and c

Chapter 15: Breaking PointThe message from my father burned behind my eyes even after I deleted it.Proof that Captain Lachlan is truly in love with you. Make it undeniable.Callan had gone very still beside me after reading it. The link carried his reaction a sharp spike of anger mixed with something heavier, something that felt dangerously close to resignation. For the first time since the stronger doses began, I could almost taste his thoughts through the connection. He was calculating. Weighing how much truth he was willing to give the cameras to protect us.“We don’t have to do this,” I said quietly, even though we both knew that was a lie.Callan turned to me, eyes dark in the early morning light. “Yes, we do. If we don’t give them something convincing, they’ll release the first night footage. The one where you’re on your knees begging. They’ll edit it to make me look like a predator.” His hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb br

Chapter 17: Public Heat The syndicate’s new order arrived like clockwork the next morning. Move-in confirmed. The apartment is ready. You will live together starting tomorrow. Daily videos required. Intimacy level must increase. We expect visible emotional attachment. Fail to deliver and the unedited basement footage goes public. I read the message twice while Callan stood behind me, his hand resting heavy on my shoulder. The link carried his simmering rage, but underneath it was something colder. Calculation. He was already planning how to turn this new demand into an advantage. “They’re not even pretending anymore,” I said, setting the phone down. “They want us playing house. Daily videos. Visible attachment. It’s like they’re directing our lives like a reality show.” Callan’s fingers tightened on my shoulder. “Then we give them the show. But we control the script.” He turned m

Chapter 19: Poisoned WordsThe joint interview was scheduled for the next afternoon.I woke up with the new dose still burning low in my veins and the phantom pain in my shoulder throbbing in time with Callan’s old injury. The link felt heavier than ever. Every breath he took, every small shift of his body, sent ripples of sensation through me. When he reached for me in his sleep, I felt the warmth of his love and the sharp edge of his fear at the same time.Callan stirred when he sensed me awake. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer.“Today’s the interview,” he murmured against my neck. “League wants us to talk about ‘our relationship.’”I closed my eyes. “They want us to sell the lie. Make it sound romantic. Make it convincing.”His hand stroked down my spine, slow and steady. “Then we give them a version of the truth. Enough to satisfy them, but not enough to give them more power.”We spent the morning