MOONLIGHT MYSTIQUE
The hallway erupted again with students, the moment broken—but the heat, the tension, the impossible pull lingered.
Eliot’s hands shook slightly as he clutched his notebook, mind whirling, pulse still racing. He wanted to run, to escape, to bury himself in Theo’s possessive heat. But Damien’s touch had ignited something dangerous inside him—a curiosity, a thrill, a hunger he couldn’t name.
And somewhere, deep inside, Eliot knew this wasn’t over. Damien wouldn’t let it be. Not now. Not ever.
Because the game had just begun.
And Eliot was trapped between two obsessions—one possessive, consuming, claiming; the other teasing, dangerous, promising fire.
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