(Warning: Empire Level Spice ahead.)
Elian's POV
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Elian's breath still trembled against Axel's lips, even as the kiss broke.
His heart beat out a chaotic rhythm against his ribs, like it was trying to escape his chest and sprint out the damn window. His lips tingled, warm and swollen.
Every nerve in his body screamed confusion and arousal.
Axel was staring at him like he was something sacred. Something fragile.
And that? That melted Elian's heart in more ways than he could understand.
"You okay?" Axel murmured, his voice reverberating.
Elian snorted, trying to gather whatever shredded dignity he had left. "Define 'okay.' Because if you mean 'am I mentally spiralling'? Then yeah, I'm doing great."
[That's a lie,] the system chimed in. [You're sweating like a sinner in a temple, and your heart rate is 143 beats per minute. T
Talk about cardio.]
He mentally flipped the system off.
Axel's gaze dropped to Elian's lips. "I shouldn't have done that… Without asking."
