Chapter 39: Rylan's Obsession

Elian's footsteps echoed in the hallway as he fled from Rylan's presence, heart pounding in his chest. The rush of adrenaline, mixed with a lingering sense of fear, made it hard to breathe, but Elian didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Every step away from Rylan felt like a small victory—escaping from the suffocating intensity that had been pressing down on him ever since their kiss.

Behind him, Rylan stood frozen in the doorway, his lips slightly parted, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He hadn't expected Elian to pull away so suddenly, but then again, he had known the young man was not someone easily swayed. Still, the rejection burned him more than he cared to admit.

Rylan didn't chase after him. Instead, he stared at the empty space where Elian had just stood. His mind raced with thoughts—flashes of Elian's trembling body, the softness of his lips, and the way he had looked up at him, wide-eyed and vulnerable.

His breath hitched as the image of Elian, his lips parted in hesitation, his body trembling from the kiss, played over and over again in his mind. His fingers instinctively grazed his own lips, remembering the sensation of kissing Elian's soft skin. His mind spiraled—ruthless, obsessive. The need to possess Elian, to make him his, was overwhelming. Every thought, every breath, was consumed by Elian.

Rylan's gaze shifted to the space where Elian had fled, his chest tightening with a strange mixture of desire and frustration. He hadn't expected the young man to run. But in that fleeting moment, he saw something—something more than just a rejection. There was fear in Elian's eyes, but also something else... something darker, something that drew Rylan in deeper.

He couldn't let it go. He couldn't let Elian slip through his fingers so easily.

The room felt smaller now. His chest constricted with an ache that he had never quite experienced before. It wasn't just lust. It was something more insidious—an obsession.

He leaned back against the wall, his hand drifting down to his pants, fingers tightening around the fabric as he tried to steady his breathing. The need to release the tension was too much. And so, he closed his eyes, letting his mind wander back to that kiss, to the feel of Elian's trembling lips, to the sound of his breath hitching in surprise.

It was all he could think about.

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