Scene: Somewhere Remote – Candlelit Safehouse, Mountainside
Mek's eyes fluttered open.
It smelled like sandalwood.
The room was dimly lit with warm flickering candles.
Thick wool blankets covered him. A fire crackled nearby.
> "What the hell…"
He tried to sit up—only to realize his hands were cuffed gently with silk ties. Soft, but firm.
Not meant to hurt—just to hold.
Suddenly—
Boots on hardwood.
The door creaked open.
And there he was.
Pete.
Hair slightly tousled. Jacket tossed over his shoulder. A look of fire in his eyes, but shadows under them from endless nights of pain.
> "You left me no choice."
> "I looked for you like a madman. You disappeared, and I lost my f*cking mind."
Mek glared. "You KIDNAPPED me!"
Pete knelt beside him, voice low.
> "I didn't kidnap you. I rescued you from a world that convinced you I was your enemy."
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Scene: Flash of Memory – Mek struggling in Pete's arms earlier that night
> "Let me go!"
Pete's voice, ragged with pain:
> "You already did once. Never again."
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Scene: Back to Present
Pete reached for the silk ties—slowly untying them.
> "You're free to go now… but I hope you don't."
Mek sat up. "Why now, Pete? Why all this?"
Pete pulled something from his coat pocket.
A ring.
> "I was supposed to give this to you the night my father ruined everything."
He slid the box open.
Not a flashy diamond.
Just a simple silver band. Elegant. Engraved with one word: Forever.
Pete's voice cracked.
> "I didn't want to own you, Mek. I wanted to belong to you."
Mek stared, stunned. Speechless.
Pete moved closer, nose brushing Mek's.
> "Hate me all you want. But let me love you tonight. One last time… or forever."
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Scene: Romance ignites – The soft burn of love
Pete leaned in—slowly—checking Mek's eyes, waiting.
Mek didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Just whispered,
> "Make me believe it again."
And that was all Pete needed.
They kissed.
It wasn't gentle.
It was messy.
Hot. Angry. Starved.
Hands wandered. Clothes pulled.
Pete picked him up, pressed Mek against the wooden wall, kissing like a man starved for years.
> "You smell like cinnamon and rain," Pete murmured, dragging his lips down Mek's neck.
> "You still taste like my reason to live," Mek gasped, pulling Pete closer.
Then—a hot bath.
Steam rising. Candlelight flickering.
Pete behind Mek in the water, holding him like he was fragile glass.
Mek whispered:
> "I hate you."
Pete kissed his shoulder. "Good. I can work with hate."
> "I still love you…"
Pete froze.
And Mek turned, eyes shining with tears, lips trembling.
> "And that pisses me off most."