All Chapters of Stranded with Five Dangerous Men : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vael moved first.In the space of a single breath, he was on his feet, leaping agilely through the glass window in pursuit. But the small hovering object was already moving faster, its low hum growing fainter as it veered sharply between the trees at the edge of the mansion grounds, vanishing into the dense forest beyond.Vael halted at once, his mismatched eyes fixed on the spot where it had disappeared. He let out a quiet breath. "…I was too late."Moments later, he heard light footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see Fiora hurrying toward him, slightly out of breath."What was that thing?" she asked."Most likely a surveillance drone," Vael replied."Surveillance?" Fiora repeated softly. "But why would something like that be here?"A silence fell before he answered, his voice dropping lower."…Because it appears we are being watched.""Watched by who?"His gaze dimmed a little. "The scientists of Project Genetic."At his words, Fiora went rigid. "Why are they watching u

Night fell softly outside. The sky deepened into dark, leaving only a thin line of light along the horizon before it too was swallowed by gathering clouds.Inside the mansion’s dining room, Fiora sat gazing at the meal before her—warm soup, toasted bread, stir-fried vegetables, and fish seasoned with delicate spices. Simple things, yet they always tasted wonderful. Beneath her lashes, she glanced across the table at Vael, pouring a drink with his usual calm, steady grace. And a thought drifted through her mind: Am I truly this cherished? Ever since she arrived on this island, someone had always taken care of everything. And more often than not… that someone was him."Why are you looking at me like that?"Fiora jumped. "I-I wasn’t looking!""Mm.""You don’t believe me?!""Not really."He spoke so calmly it silenced her, and she chewed her food with a small, indignant pout. She had no idea how adorable she looked—or how much that little pout made Vael smile."What if we go somewhe

Fiora fell still. Her fingers still curled tightly around the hem of his shirt, as if letting go meant he might vanish. But that gaze—sharp, deep, unwavering—made her breath come faster, until she could bear it no longer and looked down, unable to meet those mismatched eyes that always made her heart forget how to beat.Only seconds passed before Vael lifted her chin gently, drawing her back to him."If you stay silent like this…" His voice was low, dangerously close. "…it means you will not regret it."Her heart fluttered. He looked at her as if holding back something wild, something he had struggled to contain all night. Then slowly, he leaned in, and their lips met again—slower, deeper, far more dangerous to her composure. He kissed her with patience, and with hunger. His hands cupped her face with care, even as his kiss began to claim her, and Fiora’s fingers tightened in his shirt.Warmth. That was always the first thing she felt when he touched her—warmth that soothed, an

His hand froze mid-motion, as if her very presence had pulled him instantly from his work. Several long, quiet seconds passed before Vael turned fully toward her. And in that moment, the sharp, focused set of his features softened—his mismatched eyes, one blue and one green, warmed at the sight of her standing there in the doorway, wrapped in his oversized shirt, hair loose and still faintly damp. "You have not gone to sleep yet?" he asked, his voice low and quiet, as if he were speaking more to himself than to her. Fiora stood just inside the room, her hands twisting nervously together before her chest. "I… couldn’t sleep. I came looking for you." He held her gaze for a long moment, something unreadable passing through his eyes, before he turned back and pressed one finger to the glowing holographic display, letting it fade into darkness. "You should be resting," he said gently, though he made no move to leave. "It is far too late." "I know." Fiora looked down for a heartbeat,

Fiora woke slowly, becoming aware first of something warm curling around her body. A familiar scent filled her senses—pine, damp earth after rain, and something else that, for no reason she could name, always made her feel safe. Her brown eyes fluttered open, then widened abruptly as full consciousness returned.She was wrapped tight in Vael’s arms.One strong arm circled her waist, pulling her so close there was barely any space between them. Fiora stiffened—and that small movement woke him. His heavy eyelids lifted slowly, revealing his mismatched eyes still hazy with sleep.For several long seconds, neither spoke. Then Vael seemed to realize exactly how they lay.“…Ah.” His voice was low, rough with rest.Fiora turned her face away quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you.”“That’s not it.” He sat up slowly, raking a hand through his silver hair. “Last night I told you I would stand guard outside your door.”Fiora sat up too, smoothing her messy hair. “Then what happened?”“I mean