Fated Tragedy
Ryan must have heard my thoughts through the bond because he chuckled and said playfully,
“You can write your book, but one request—don’t make me gay or some pretty little princess, or I swear I’ll fuck your brains out until you change that part.”
Alek and I both burst out laughing at his ridiculous demand. Alek couldn’t resist teasing him further, suggesting how he’d look pretty in pink with glitter. We laughed for a long while, the sound of our laughter breaking through the heavy air that had lingered between us for months.
But as the laughter died down, Ryan’s tone shifted. His smile faded, and something raw flickered in his eyes.
“But… on a serious note,” he began, voice lower, heavier,