"Didn't you want to live in this beautiful lies?" Kyon says.
Kyon smirk his hand wondering it way to arion throat he was a beautiful manipulating man arion body respond to his touch on his neck Arion let out a whimper but he was angry too and frustrated " and I was a fool for believing you!" Arion says with a shaking voice " the drug was in you water or maybe in your food I just took it as a opportunity nothing much… and you had just to offer you to me" kyon responds with a proud voice and expression.
The smirk on Kyon's face was a blade, twisting in the raw wound of Arion's heart. His hand, so gentle just moments ago, now felt like a noose, a symbol of the beautiful lie he had so willingly swallowed. The truth—that the drugs had been a calculated act, a cold-blooded opportunity—was a bitter poison. Arion's body might have betrayed him with a whimper, but his mind screamed in defiance.
"An opportunity?" Arion's voice trembled, but a new steel was forming beneath the fear. "You call drugging a man an opportunity? I thought… I thought you saw something real in me. Something more than a convenient tool."
Kyon's thumb traced the pulse point on Arion's throat, a possessive, infuriating gesture. "I did. You were a warrior, a leader. A man who faced down a dragon and lived. I admired your strength. But a warrior's heart is often a fortress, Arion. I simply found a way inside."
"By breaking me?" Arion's eyes, usually so fierce, were clouded with a deep, aching sorrow. "By taking my choice? My dignity?"
The prince's gaze softened, a flicker of something almost like regret in his dark eyes. He pulled his hand from Arion's throat, letting it fall to his side. "I didn't break you. I simply showed you a truth you couldn't see. Our destinies are intertwined. The world has always seen me as a cold, calculating prince. They see a perfect lie. But with you... with you, I was finally honest. Finally free."
Arion looked at the man before him—the meticulously styled hair, the serene mask, the scent of white tea that promised purity and innocence. It was all a performance, a grand illusion. But then he remembered the night before, the animalistic growls, the primal need in Kyon's eyes, the moment their souls had collided in a desperate, fiery embrace. In that moment, there had been no lies, only raw, unvarnished truth.
A single tear escaped Arion's eye, a testament to a hope he hadn't known he possessed. "I wanted to believe it," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I wanted to believe you were just a man who was as trapped as I was. A man who wanted a real connection, not just another conquest."
The vulnerability in Arion's words was a punch to Kyon's gut. The prince's serene façade wavered, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face. He reached out, his hand hovering, unsure of how to touch this fragile, heartbroken man. He had planned for anger, for defiance, but not for this quiet, profound sadness. It was a wound he hadn't intended to inflict.
"Arion…" Kyon started, his voice a low, hesitant murmur.
But Arion just turned his head away. " don't look at me…I feel ashamed of my state and actions …I shouldn't feel this way." Arion voice unsteady ,his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He had been a man of action, a warrior who faced down monsters. But the greatest monster had been the one who offered him a beautiful dream, only to shatter it with a single, cruel confession. He was not a fool for believing in love in a beautiful lie; he was a man who had finally found the heart he didn't know he had, only to have it broken by the very man who had unlocked it.