Romans & histoires Jamil X Kalim

“How about you calm down?” “Calm down?” Akmal’s chest shook violently. “Huh~” Not even Malikul could calm her down now. With a sharp gaze drilled into Akmal, she opened her mouth. “Calm down. Sit down.” As if his body was pulled by the string, Akmal sat on his seat and regulated his breath calmly. If anyone was impressed, they didn’t say anything. “It seems that you’re not complete…” She trailed her fingers on her palm. “...Doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you what our goal is.” Shadow beckoned Jamal to come closer.

“No. I wouldn’t.” “Liar,” he murmured, laughing. But he didn’t move, didn’t back off. Nuri’s heart pounded. She could feel the tension sparking between them, electric and charged, as if one wrong word would ignite it all. “So,” she said quickly, desperate to redirect her thoughts, “who’s Cameron, and why are we visiting him?” Kalmin smirked and stepped back at last. “Nice pivot.” He grabbed their plates. “One of my betas. Best fighter I’ve got.”