The air between them was charged, thick, almost unbearable. Their breaths mingled as they stared at each other—two people who had spent months pretending, finally breaking every rule.
Kael's forehead rested against Klan's, his amber eyes burning with something raw and unfiltered. His fingers brushed along Klan's jaw, tracing the delicate line like he was memorizing it.
"You have no idea," Kael whispered, voice rough, "how long I've wanted this."
Klan's heart slammed against his ribs. His lips parted, trembling with words he couldn't find. "Kael…"
That was all it took.
Kael's mouth was on his again, harder this time, the kiss devouring, consuming. Klan melted into it, a soft sound escaping as Kael's hands slid down to his waist, pulling him closer, closer, until there was no space left between them.
The taste of Kael—warm, desperate, intoxicating—made Klan dizzy. His fingers tangled in Kael's hair, pulling, anchoring himself to the only thing that felt real in this chaos.
Kael broke the kiss only to drag his lips along Klan's jaw, down the curve of his neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Klan gasped, his head tilting back instinctively, his breath hitching when Kael's teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above his collarbone.
"Kael…" His voice was barely a whisper, shaky and broken.
Kael's hands slid under Klan's oversized T-shirt, palms gliding over the smooth skin of his back, feeling every shiver, every tremor. "Tell me to stop," Kael murmured against his skin, his voice shaking. "Please. If you don't…"
Klan's hands tightened in his hair. "I don't want you to."
Kael froze for half a second—then groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent heat straight through Klan's veins.
In one swift motion, Kael lifted him, carrying him the short distance to the bed and laying him down gently, like he was something fragile. His body hovered over Klan's, his amber eyes searching, asking one last silent question.
Klan nodded, breathless, his cheeks flushed, his eyes shimmering like glass.
That was all Kael needed.
His lips crashed onto Klan's again, deeper this time, his hands roaming, exploring every inch like he was starved. The world outside ceased to exist—no cameras, no fans, no rules. Just Kael and Klan, tangled in sheets and secrets, losing themselves in a night they could never take back.
And for the first time, neither of them cared.