The darkness of the night hung thick in the room, but the air was hotter than ever, heavy with desire and tension.
Arjun kept glancing at the glowing mark on his wrist, and every time he did, a surge of heat and energy coursed through him. His body, mind, and soul were all being pulled toward the stranger.
The stranger stepped closer, his face inches from Arjun's.
"You cannot run from me anymore, Arjun," he said, his voice low, deep, and intoxicating.
Arjun's eyes reflected fear and desire in equal measure.
"I… I… this is wrong," he whispered.
Yet his body betrayed him. Every brush of skin, every subtle movement, dragged him closer.
The stranger's hand wrapped firmly around Arjun's wrist.
"This bond isn't just power or a mark, Arjun. It is our destiny. And now, every heartbeat of yours is tied to me."
Arjun inhaled sharply, trying to resist, but the fire within him made it impossible to fight back.
His eyes held only one truth now—he wanted to be close to the stranger, fear and desire alike.
The room fell silent, and the stranger leaned in slightly.
"Come… I'll show you how far you can feel your own power."
Hesitant, Arjun stepped closer.
As soon as he reached the stranger, the stranger's hand covered his palm, and a soft crimson whirl of light formed between them.
The light merged with Arjun's mark, and suddenly he could feel his own power fully—warmth, a pull, and a strange, intoxicating vibration running through him.
"Feeling it?" the stranger asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Arjun nodded, lips trembling slightly, his heart racing faster than ever.
"You're not afraid because of me… your body knows this pull isn't just attraction—it's our power," the stranger whispered.
Arjun closed his eyes. Fear, longing, and exhilaration erupted inside him.
The stranger wrapped his arms around him gently, their breaths mingling, hearts syncing.
Every touch, every fleeting glance, every shared breath connected them deeper, a bond no force could break.
The room was no longer just four walls—it had become the center of their fire, their pull, and their power.
Arjun realized that running away was no longer an option. This bond, this pull, this fire—it was inevitable.
The stranger looked into his eyes, a deep intensity behind his smirk.
"Now you're fully ready. And remember, this is only the beginning. Our nights are long, and the flames of our desire will only grow stronger."
Arjun took a deep, steadying breath and finally surrendered to it.
"I will not fight it… I accept this pull, this fire, and everything it brings."
The night echoed with the rhythm of their hearts, faster and louder with each passing moment.
The fire burning in the room was no longer just physical—it was a connection of their souls, a thread of desire and destiny that tied them together in ways neither could deny.