Yuuto sat on the balcony of Lucas's penthouse, shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders, the taste of last night's sin still clinging to his lips.
His body was exhausted. His heart was shattered.
Because no matter how much he let Lucas touch him, hold him, kiss him…
His heart never stopped screaming Aiden's name.
Lucas appeared behind him, sliding his arms around Yuuto's waist from behind.
"You didn't run away last night," Lucas whispered against his ear. "Does that mean you've finally started to accept me?"
Yuuto lowered his gaze. "Don't twist this… I was lonely."
Lucas's lips brushed Yuuto's neck, sending shivers down his spine. "Lonely people cling to whoever holds them… isn't that right?"
Yuuto bit his lip.
Lucas turned him around, trapping him against the glass railing. His eyes burned with dark desire.
"Do you regret what we did?"
"…I don't know."
Lucas tilted Yuuto's chin up. "Then let's do it again. Let's make you forget him."
Lucas's hands roamed Yuuto's body with skilled confidence, igniting fires Yuuto hated himself for wanting.
As their lips crashed again, Yuuto surrendered to the touch, to the heat…
But even in Lucas's arms, tears slipped down his cheeks.
Because his heart still belonged to someone else.
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Meanwhile, at the hospital—
Aiden was already out of bed, his doctors protesting as he tore the IV from his hand.
"I have to find him," Aiden growled.
His assistant, Mason, rushed in. "Boss! You're not supposed to be walking yet—"
"Yuuto didn't leave me," Aiden said firmly, his jaw clenched. "Someone pushed him away."
Mason hesitated, then whispered, "We found something strange… Yuuto's call logs. The last person he spoke to before disappearing… was Lucas."
Aiden's eyes darkened.
"That snake."
His heart pounded with rage, with betrayal, but most of all—with hope.
> If Lucas forced him to leave, then Yuuto still loves me.
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Lucas's Apartment, Later That Night—
Yuuto was sleeping on the couch, his body curled up tightly, exhaustion written all over him.
Lucas watched him, sipping his whiskey.
He leaned over, brushing Yuuto's hair gently.
"You're slowly becoming mine," Lucas whispered. "One day, you'll beg me to stay. And when that day comes—"
A knock interrupted his fantasy.
Lucas frowned, opening the door.
And standing there, with fire in his eyes and the strength of the man who survived death—
Was Aiden.
"I've come to take back what's mine."