Eliot froze, staring at Lucien’s hand still lingering in his hair.
Eliot Cruz- MC
“I’m fine,” he said quickly, stepping to the side.
Eliot Cruz- MC
“Seriously, you don’t need to—”
Lucien didn’t move back. Instead, he followed him, casual but purposeful.
Lucien- Ml
“Humans get cold easily. I could warm you up in a second.”
Eliot Cruz- MC
“You’re not… planning to set me on fire, right?” Eliot half-joked.
.
Before Eliot could roll his eyes, Lucien closed the small gap between them. His body radiated heat—not just the warmth of skin, but something deeper, like standing near a fireplace on a winter night.
Lucien- Ml
“See? Better already.” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was something dangerous under it.
Eliot Cruz- MC
Eliot’s pulse jumped. “You’re… really close.”
Lucien- Ml
“That’s the point, sugar.”
Lucien’s fingers brushed down from Eliot’s hair to his jaw, his thumb grazing the corner of Eliot’s lips. The touch was light, almost testing.
Lucien- Ml
“You have this look,” Lucien murmured,
Lucien- Ml
“like you’re pretending not to want to know what I’m thinking.”
Eliot Cruz- MC
“And what are you thinking?” Eliot asked before he could stop himself.
Lucien- Ml
Lucien’s smirk deepened. “That you’d taste good.”
.
Eliot Cruz- MC
🤨
.
For a second, Eliot thought he was going to kiss him.
Instead, Lucien chuckled low and stepped back, leaving a wave of heat in the space between them.
Lucien- Ml
“Relax,” he said, turning toward the door.
Lucien- Ml
“I’m not going to rush you. Half the fun is watching you squirm.”
Eliot’s ears burned.
Eliot Cruz- MC
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Lucien- Ml
“Of course I am.” Lucien shot him a glance over his shoulder.
Lucien- Ml
“You’re my new favorite game.”
And with that, he left the room—like nothing had happened.
Eliot sat on the bed, trying to calm his heartbeat.
Maybe moving in here had been a terrible idea.
But somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice whispered: Or maybe the best one you’ve ever had.
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