An important notice please, Chapter 11 is right after 19,and 15 is right after 21. Thanks please,I'll do better next time
The first rays of dawn spilled over Kael's penthouse rooftop, weaving a delicate golden thread through the relentless neon glow of the city. He leaned against the railing, gripping it tightly as thoughts of Talia gnawed at him. His breath caught in his throat, his gaze wild and manic as he muttered to the emptiness below, "They'll all bend." The wind creaked the fire escape, and soon enough, Ezra appeared, effortlessly climbing up, which made Kael's heart race. Ezra's dark hair whipped around in the breeze, his eyes filled with something unsaid—maybe worry or a reflection of Kael's own unraveling. "You're going too far," Ezra cautioned him quietly, stepping in closer until their sides nearly touched. Kael whipped his head around, a predator's gleam in his eyes, grabbing Ezra's wrist with a firm, possessive hold. "For you," he rasped, his thumb tracing the pulse in Ezra's wrist, sending a shiver through both of them. The air grew thick with unspoken desire until Kael's comms buzzed to life—Nico's voice, smooth and urgent, cutting through the tension. "Boss, there's an urgent call on line three." Kael's jaw tensed, his other hand trembling as he released Ezra, the interruption stoking his silent fury.
Later, the afternoon sun filtered through the cracked windows of a rundown warehouse on the city's outskirts, casting sharp shadows across the dusty floor. Kael moved cautiously through the shadows, his boots crunching on glass, breaths uneven as he searched for the leak that threatened his empire. As paranoia crept in beneath his steely exterior, he muttered, "They're watching," eyes darting to every shadow. Ezra followed closely, his leather jacket catching the light, heart racing as he nervously fumbled with a hidden recorder. Tasked with gathering intel, Ezra found his resolve crumbling under Kael's dominating presence. "I think I've found something," Ezra called, his voice shaky as he crouched near a rusting crate. Kael was at his side in a flash, gripping Ezra's shoulder tightly, fingers digging in protectively. Their faces were mere inches apart, Kael's breath warm against Ezra's cheek, his eyes alight with a mixture of desire and madness. "Be careful, love," he growled, his voice low and quivering, brushing his fingers against Ezra's jaw, sending a thrill down his spine. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unexpressed yearning, until Kael's comms buzzed again—Nico's voice, smooth but strained, calling out, "Boss, check the mainframe—urgent." Kael's grip faltered momentarily, a flash of anger crossing his features before he stepped back, leaving Ezra breathless, the recorder quiet in his hand.