All Chapters of Reborn as the villain's obsession [MM romance]: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

(Second Lifetime — How Cassian Asked)Timeline: Eight months after reunionAiden was studying. Or attempting to study, which was what he called the activity of sitting at his desk with his urban history textbook open in front of him while actually thinking about Cassian, which was what he did approximately sixty percent of his waking hours and which he had stopped pretending otherwise about three months ago.The memories were mostly back now.Not perfectly linear — they had arrived in the specific order that the soul ranked things, which was not chronological but was nonetheless complete.He had woken up one night three months ago with Adrian's final morning completely present in him — not as a memory exactly, more as something that had always been there and had finally surfaced. The specific warmth of the room. Cassian's arm across his waist. The particular quality of that dawn.He had called Cassian at two in the morning.Cassian had answered immediately, which meant he hadn't been

(April, Where Things Begin)Timeline: April, eight months after reunionThe second wedding was smaller.This was Aiden's preference, stated clearly from the beginning: "Not three hundred demon elders and the entire diplomatic corps. Just the people who matter."Cassian had agreed immediately, which Aiden suspected was partly because Cassian also preferred smaller and partly because after forty years of marriage and a hundred and seven years of waiting, the Demon Lord had developed a certain flexibility about the specifics as long as the essential thing happened.The essential thing was: them, married, official, again.Everything else was logistics.The guest list was eleven people.Kieran, who had known Cassian for two centuries and who wept during the ceremony with the composure of someone who had decided that this moment warranted emotion and was going to have it openly.Mira, who came with her notebook and then put it away because some things were better witnessed than documented,

(What Cassian Sees — What It Costs)Timeline: First year of marriageThe dream came back.Not the same night. Not the same week. But it came back, with the persistence of things that meant something, on a Tuesday in November when the first real cold had arrived and the shadow garden had its first frost.Cassian woke from it at four in the morning and lay still, not waking Aiden, cataloguing what he had seen.The house was the same. The garden was the same — shadow flowers and ordinary ones, the specific combination that had been part of every version of his life for decades, familiar the way fundamental things were familiar. The morning light was the same, that particular quality of early light that made everything slightly more itself.The children were clearer this time.Two of them. A girl, four or five, with Aiden's eyes and something about the line of her jaw that was neither of them but was entirely theirs. A boy, slightly younger, with the shadow-responsiveness that marked demo

(Three Days As Enemies)The reset succeeded.For three days, they didn't know each other.What happened in those three days?Adrian woke up in Prince Elian's room.Which was to say: he woke up in his room. The room he had always had. The room before the bond, before Cassian, before everything.He lay still for a moment. Took inventory.The bond was gone.Not severed — absent. As though it had never been. As though the past months of soul-bond activation and bond synchronization and Cassian and the diplomatic visit and the first meeting across the grand hall had simply not happened.He got up. He looked in the mirror. He looked like himself — young, silver-haired, not yet any of the things that eight months of impossible circumstances had made him.He went downstairs.The palace was the same palace it had always been, running on the schedules it had always run, the staff moving through their morning routines without awareness that anything had changed.There was a council meeting sched

In the room on the western side of the palace, the evening light had almost completely faded. A thin sliver of orange light filtered through the gap in the window curtains, casting a sharp line across the floor. Adrian stood by the window, his arms folded across his chest, a deep, heavy resentment etched onto his face. It had been three days since he last spoke to Cassian. Though the reason might have seemed trivial to others, it was far from trivial to Adrian—Cassian had gone to a dangerous meeting alone without telling him, returning with nothing but a minor cut on his hand. But to Adrian, it wasn't minor at all. The sound of the door opening came from behind. Adrian didn't turn around, but he knew exactly who it was. The sound of Cassian's footsteps, the rhythm of his breathing—these had become so familiar to Adrian, almost as recognizable as his own heartbeat. "You're still angry," Cassian said softly. "Can't you tell the difference between anger and hurt?" Adrian said, his