BONUS

Author's Note: This chapter is not part of the story's timeline. These events occur as a random event after the main timeline ends. Warning: The chapter contains sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

~Nariya Patel~

I stole another glance at Alexie, a sigh escaping my lips as I shook my head and placed the magazine I was reading back down. Frustration filled me as I picked it up once more, repeating the cycle. I knew he had noticed my erratic behavior, but he seemed to be enjoying the chaos in my mind as he focused on preparing our breakfast of Turkish Eggs. The aroma of freshly baked Foccacia filled the air, adding to the sensory experience. Meanwhile, Nyx playfully pounced around with her rat plush toy, bringing a sense of delight to the moment. It had been years since I felt this peaceful. Finally, I put the magazine down for the last time and walked towards the kitchen island, joining Alexie in setting the table.

But every now and then, my gaze would involuntarily drift towards him, sitting right beside me with his striking features. I couldn't help but observe every detail of his face, mentally taking note of his perfectly straight jet black hair that fell slightly tousled as he leaned forward to work on the plates. His eyebrows were thick and impeccably shaped, but what truly captivated me were his long, luxurious lashes. It almost seemed as if he had gotten lash extensions! Unable to resist, I stole another glance, and that's when I noticed that his eyes weren't just light grey; in the right light, they reflected a hint of blue. My gaze traveled down to his straight nose, and I caught a subtle twitch of his lips. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, as if he could read my thoughts. Quickly, I averted my eyes and carried the dishes to the table for us to enjoy our meal.

A chuckle escaped his lips as I averted my gaze from the man—what an absurd character!

In companionable silence, we savored the meal. Once finished, he sipped his coffee, and I, my matcha. Then, he initiated the conversation, "So tell me, what's been on your mind since this morning?"

My eyes locked onto his as I searched for the right words. "There..." I cleared my throat, emphasizing clarity to avoid his aversion to mumbling. I needed to convey my point and, hopefully, win his agreement. "There's a Comic Con coming soon."

He raised his eyebrows and responded, "You want to go? I can arrange the tickets. Invite your friends too."

I hastily shook my head, a hint of embarrassment creeping into my voice. In a subdued tone, I admitted, "...I want you to come."

"Nari," his voice strained, lips tightly pursed, and eyes narrowed in admonishment, he scolded, "How many times have I told you?"

Gulping, I responded with newfound confidence, "Come with me!"

An approving smile spread across his lips as he agreed, "Sure, I'll come."

Evidently, my happiness was palpable, as he lightly chuckled at my excitement. Getting up, he collected the plates to put them into the dishwasher. It had been years since I had last attended a convention, and that experience was followed by my entire world crashing down.

As we continued, I cautiously broached the topic, saying, "So, can you cosplay?"

With a thud, he almost dropped the plates, turning back to look at me, clearly baffled. "...What?"

Hastily, I explained, "You see, people normally dress up as characters, and I thought we could," pulling out my phone to show him, "cosplay these characters."

He glanced at my phone, his brows furrowing. "You want me to play with a weird mask guy? What even is this?"

"Oh, um, these characters are from a manga/anime called Chainsaw Man. I wanted to play Makima, and you would be Denji, the chainsaw devil," I explained, but he still seemed perplexed.

"You want me to play a demon?" he questioned.

"No, no!" I tried my very best to explain the plot of the anime, and after a while, he finally understood and asked, "But why are you asking me to strip?" He raised his brows, doubting my unholy intentions.

A flush rose in my cheeks as I understood his point. So, I clarified, "Um, you see, I want you to... um... do a shirtless cosplay…"

"Huh?" his eyes widened in surprise.

"Yeah, I'll explain, just trust me!" I scolded him. Slowly and a bit reluctantly, he got up, unbuttoning his shirt. The sliver of his lean muscles was truly a sight to behold—taut and firm, yet somehow appearing like they would be nice to rest my head on. As he pushed off the shirt, the fabric lightly fell to the floor. My eyes lingered on the man, a flush of shyness evident in his gaze, but I had a dessert in front of me to savor.

Gingerly, I delicately brushed my fingers against the firm lines of his collarbone, trailing down towards his chest. It was like a gentle caress, a feather-light touch that elicited an embarrassed groan from him. "Nari," he moaned, and I hesitantly continued, exploring the hardness of his sculpted eight-pack, giving each one equal attention and love. But then, my gaze shifted downwards, and I noticed a tantalizing V-shaped line disappearing into his pants. Slowly, my fingers traced its path, a soft trail of light hair grazing his abdomen. Suddenly, his hand caught mine, and his eyes narrowed in a warning glare. "Don't venture into territory you can't handle," he cautioned, but the flush of red on his cheeks betrayed his arousal. The undeniable hardness in his pants dared me to explore further, knowing that there would be no turning back. Swallowing my resolve, I ignored the growing pool of desire within me and behind him. I marveled at his physique - if he was a Greek god from the front, he was a Russian king from the back. The rigid contours of his muscles dipped low into a slender waist, flowing like a river into a plush, enticing rear adorned with two alluring dimples - the dimples of Venus. Unable to resist, my fingers yearned to trace their curvature, only to feel his skin shiver beneath my touch.

"Nari," his voice flustered as he turned towards me, his face flushed, "this is enough, right?"

But something in my mind stirred, an aura of mischief begged me to act. Slowly, I moved towards him, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched the man intently. "No, wait. I need to take the measurements."

He raised his brows, clearly disbelieving my words, but I couldn't let him escape. My breath brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He breathed my name, "Nari," the hot intensity so alluring, reaching into the core of my being. My steps slowly closed the distance as he found himself trapped between me and the counter.

Gently, I grazed my fingers along his contours, eliciting slight goosebumps on his skin. He watched my predatory moves with a hint of amusement, allowing me to take charge. In this rare moment, I was thoroughly enjoying the thrill of it all.

As I tiptoed to match his height, my head moved forward. However, he cleverly used those extra inches to his advantage, causing me to frown. But I was no ordinary huntress. Instead, I seized the opportunity to explore his exposed neck, planting soft kisses along his jawline and slowly making my way down to his neck and collarbone. At the junction of his pec, I chose the right side, trailing my kisses towards the light brown bud. Gently brushing my lips against the aroused bud, I observed the panting flush on my partner's face before moving on to suckle it with my other hand. Simultaneously, I showered the other bud with affection. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he whimpered, pleading for more. Playfully, I smirked and grazed the bud with my teeth, surprising him, before unexpectedly biting down. A warning growl rumbled in his throat as his eyes darkened.

With a mischievous giggle, I sprinted towards my room, skillfully evading his playful attacks. Just as I was about to shut the door, he firmly held onto the wooden frame, surprising me. Startled, I swiftly made my way to the walk-in closet, but in one swift motion, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, causing me to collide with his solid chest. My earlier suspicions were confirmed. Wrapping his arms around me, he effortlessly lifted me over his shoulder and carried me towards the bed. Despite the situation, my giggles refused to subside, even when he playfully tossed me onto the mattress.

"Alexie," I playfully complained, but my laughter only seemed to heighten his desire as he hovered over me. His eyes were dark and intense, causing me to gulp and stifle my laughter. Parting my legs, he licked his lips, and my eyes widened as he slowly pressed his hardness against my wetness. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, leaving me yearning for more. He knew exactly how to use his seven inches to ignite my wildest fantasies. With deliberate movements, he ground against me, relishing in the pleasure he was creating. My sensitive nature had me on edge, my nipples straining against the fabric, longing for his touch to provide some relief. Shifting my body closer to his, I pleaded for his touch, my fingers grasping at his clothing, desperate to bring him nearer. Yet, he remained unfazed.

Amused, he tilted his head, "What do you want me to do, moonpie?"

"I..." I dug my nails into his fabric, pulling him towards me, showcasing my intent. "Please, Alexie," I begged, thrusting my soft skin against his, seeking some satisfaction, but I knew only he could fill this empty thirst in me.

"Words, Nari," he narrowed his eyes, his command hanging low in the room.

Gulping against the dryness in my throat, my eyes watered as I pleaded, "Alexie, mess me up, please."

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he descended towards me, pulled by the force of gravity. With his arms supporting his weight just centimeters above me, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. Now free to move, I wrapped my legs around his waist, seeking a closer connection between his body and mine. His touch made me melt with pleasure, and a moan escaped my lips as he thrust into me. He didn't waste a moment, capturing my whimper with his own lips and exploring my mouth with his sneaky tongue. We tangled together, pleasure building until we both reached our climax.

Panting, we stayed wrapped in each other's arms, my eyes glassy as I glanced at my lover. A gentle smile played on his lips. "What?" I asked, baffled at my own audacious act.

"You are turning more and more into a nymph. I think I should stop letting you tease me so much," he remarked.

I pouted and looked away. "Then don't touch me," I tried to move away from him, but his grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me closer. Nibbling my ear, he whispered, "Never. You are my drug, moonpie."

I spent days working on our cosplays. The outfits themselves were simple—white shirt with black pants and a black tie. However, the main attraction wasn't the clothing; it was Alexie's head mask. I reminisced about my early teens when I would meticulously use my crafting skills to create something out of passion. Those skills, as I noticed, were now long rusted.

A sigh escaped my lips as I looked at the disaster. Despite diligently following a YouTube tutorial, the final results were miles away from perfection. However, my determination to create something flawless was adamant, for my model was perfect, and I couldn't tarnish his reputation with a subpar creation. I glanced at my wallet, contemplating searching for online sites for a ready-made solution. Of course, I could ask Alexie himself, who would likely go well beyond the budget to purchase something similar to the real thing. But that wasn't the point. It was about creating something through one's own effort, so that at the end of the day, one feels a sense of achievement.

"Nari?" he gently called, placing a cup of matcha next to me. I gazed at him in disappointment, disappointed in myself. I would hate to put him into something that doesn't suit his stature.

"Hey," he lightly ruffled my head. "It's okay. How about we bu-"

But I cut him off, "No," for I was adamant.

"Hmm," he thought deeply until he replied, "How about I help you?"

Reluctant to drag him into this at first, I was pleasantly surprised when I realized the man was actually talented at following instructions and adding his own flair when he got a hang of things. His perfectionist nature shone through as, once we were finished with the basic structure, he even went ahead and added a mechanical system to display an effect that made it seem like the chainsaw was actually working.

"Amazing," I looked at the final result and was mesmerized by the way the entire mask had come together. Now, we only had to do some shopping for the outfits, and we would be done.

On the day of the con, we reached the venue, donned in our outfits. Alexie had agreed he would remove his shirt for photos. The line today was peculiarly long, and despite our VIP passes—which the man got without asking me—we had to wait at least an hour to get into the actual venue. Once inside, I removed my jacket only to feel an intense gaze on me. Looking around, I noticed that a lot of people were intensely looking in my direction, and then I remembered the Greek God next to me. Glancing to the side, I noticed the thin fabric that covered him was now off, revealing his stiff muscles flexing and glistening under the artificial lights. A sheen of luminous oil that I had covered him with was now exaggerating those contours of his. I am not going to lie; I felt a pang of jealousy.

A photographer approached us, asking if he could take some shots of us, and looking at Alexie, he agreed. A condition that Alexie had placed before agreeing was that his identity, wanted by many, would be kept secret. With the mask, his identity wouldn't be jeopardized.

As he took some shots, the photographer suggested, "I'm sorry if you won't be comfortable, but can you guys do some more seductive poses?"

We looked at each other, and I replied, "Um, what pose?"

He showed me a poster from the anime, with Makima pulling the collar of Denji as the boy crawled behind her, indicating a master-slave relationship. A flush rose in my head. I couldn't make Alexie do something so humiliating. However, before I could potentially refuse, Alexie chimed in, agreeing, "Sure."

Baffled, I looked at him. "Come on," he urged me as he nonchalantly got on all fours, passing the chain to me. The first couple of shots were awkward, but as more and more people came to watch, cheering us on, my confidence increased. In that boost of confidence, I went ahead and sat on Alexie's back from the side, crossing my legs as I pulled his chain back, making the man jerk his head.

After all the debaucherous poses, I fanned myself from the sidelines as Alexie, now the center of attention not only for his godly body but also for the cool apparition he had created with the mask. After all the hype was done, he sat next to me, pushing the heavy mask off his head. His face was drenched in sweat, with his hair slick and sticking to his forehead.

"Oh my god, here's some water," I offered him a bottle, which he chugged down in one go as I pulled out a napkin from my pocket, patting him dry.

"It's getting really hot," he glanced my way, his eyes widening as he picked up his shirt and draped it around my shoulders. "Let's go."

He clasped my hand as he hurriedly made his way through the crowd. "Wait, Alex!" I hurried along with him. "You are half naked!" I glanced around at the greedy eyes around me, but he didn't care. One advantage of having a VIP pass meant that the parking reserved for us was nearby. Pushing me first inside the vehicle, he got in, huffing with the heat, cranking the AC on high to cool his system down.

A bit worried, I lowered the fan; a direct temperature contrast could lead to sickness. I asked, "Alexie, are you alright?"

Rubbing his palms on his face, he flanked my way. A flicker of flush on him, he looked down—a meaningful glance that I followed, only to realize that the heat had caused my white shirt to go transparent, displaying the black bra for everyone. Embarrassment surged through me as I hurriedly covered my bosom.

"Don't worry," he lightly chuckled. "I would kill all those who glanced your way."

"Alexie!" Baffled at the man, I gasped when his hands made their way to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning the top. His eyes filled with lust were fixated on me as I gulped. Looking around, I noticed how the parking was devoid of any people, but this was debaucherous behavior! However, he didn't seem to care as a small moan escaped my lips when he slipped his digits under my sticky fabric rubbing my excited buds.

"Alexie," I breathed, urging him, "Please, I'm dirty."

Slowly, his hot breath hit me as he whispered, "How about I clean you then?"

A shiver of ecstasy ran through my body, understanding his implications.