"Then I suppose," Arga murmured, his breath cool against the feverish heat of Anji’s neck, "you have no choice but to let me guide you."Anji stood frozen in the pitch black lobby. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Arga’s fingers were steady, immovable anchors on his jawline. Every time the office security system hummed, a faint red emergency light pulsed, casting long, grotesque shadows across the marble floors. Anji felt his knees buckle, but Arga caught him, his grip turning from a firm hold to a supportive, bracing clasp."I am fine," Anji lied, his voice sounding thin and broken."You are a ticking time bomb," Arga replied, his tone as detached as a surgeon’s. "And you are currently vibrating with a frequency that is not human. Lean on me if you have to, but do not lie to me."Anji let his head fall forward, his forehead pressing against Arga’s shoulder. The contact was shocking. Arga did not radiate the chaotic, desperate hunger of the other men. Instead, he
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