Broken Bonds and Blood Moans

> [WARNING: Bond with Roxy Vale — CRITICAL FAILURE IMMINENT] [Time Left to Intervene: 06:23 minutes]

Charles raced down the grand staircase, his dress shoes pounding on marble. Every eye in the ballroom turned toward him, masked and curious—but he couldn't afford to care. Roxy's signal wasn't just flickering anymore—it was tearing.

> [System Suppression Field Detected – Emotional Interference At 32%] [Source: Unknown Host – Magic Affinity Present]

Magic?

So this wasn't just another Lust Sync rival. This was something beyond the system.

He stormed out through the west corridor, past the velvet curtains, and into the long red hallway that led to the private salons.

There—he felt it.

> [Location Pinged: Roxy Vale – Room 7]

He kicked the door open.

And what he saw froze his blood and ignited his rage.

Roxy lay across the velvet fainting couch, her limbs limp, dress half torn, body glowing faintly with red threads. Her eyes rolled back. Sweat glistened on her skin.

Standing above her… was another man.

Masked. Shirtless. Tattooed arms pulsing with runes.

He looked up, sneering. "So this is the famous Charles. Took you long enough."

> [Unknown Rival Detected – Alias: "Incubane"] [Lust Hacker – System Interference Class] [Sync Drain in Progress – 87%]

"Get away from her," Charles growled.

The man laughed. "You think you're the only one who figured out how to bend desire? Lust Sync isn't unique to you. It's a currency in this academy now."

He reached out to stroke Roxy's cheek again—and that was the last move he made.

Charles lunged.

Fist to jaw.

The man stumbled back, but raised a hand, firing off a bolt of crimson light that seared into Charles's side.

> [Pain Dampening Active – Injury: Shallow Burn]

Charles tackled him into the wall, punching with everything he had. He didn't care about technique. He cared about rage.

"She's mine."

The man vanished in a shimmer of red static, teleporting out.

Coward.

> [Sync Drain Interrupted – 93% Restorable]

Charles knelt beside Roxy.

Her skin was hot, flushed, trembling beneath his touch.

"Roxy, hey—stay with me."

Her lips moved, barely audible. "I… I couldn't fight him. My body… betrayed me…"

"No," he whispered. "Your body trusts me. And I'm going to remind it."

He kissed her—not soft or sweet, but possessive. Like he was reclaiming every thread that was stolen.

Her gasp was weak at first—but then her hands clutched his shirt.

> [Emotional Sync Reconnection In Progress – Stimulus Required]

His hand slid beneath her torn dress, fingertips tracing the curve of her thigh.

"Say it," he murmured. "Say you belong to me."

"I… I'm yours," she breathed.

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Charles!"

> [SYNC RESTORED – 97%] [New Bond Level: 2 – "Possessive Desire" Unlocked]

She clung to him as if afraid to let go, lips seeking his, hips rising to meet him through the thin silk between them.

But just as the heat began to boil—

> [Alert: Isabella – Room 3 – Unusual Heart Rate Detected] [Olivia – Location Obscured]

Charles's breath caught.

"Stay here," he whispered to Roxy, brushing her hair back. "Lock the door. The system's reconnected. No one's touching you again."

Roxy nodded, eyes burning with need—but she was safe now.

He stood and turned, shirt torn and blood still trickling down his side.

He didn't care.

He walked down the hall to Room 3, body throbbing, cock hard from the unresolved tension. His fists were still clenched, jaw locked.

He opened the door.

Isabella stood at the window, breathing hard.

Not scared.

Angry.

"Why didn't you tell me this was a battlefield?" she demanded, spinning around. "Why didn't you warn me we were targets?"

"I didn't know it was this deep," he admitted. "Someone's hacking the system. Trying to sever my connections. You're next."

She laughed bitterly. "Of course I am. Because I let you kiss me. Because I wanted to be close."

He stepped closer.

"So do it," she whispered. "Before someone else tries to take me too. I'd rather give myself willingly."

Charles reached her, fingers brushing the curve of her waist through her tight gown. She gasped when he pinned her lightly against the wall, lips brushing her neck.

"I'm not going to take you," he said. "I'm going to make you choose me. Again. And again. Until the system breaks from how much you crave it."

She shivered.

He trailed kisses down her jaw, hands skimming beneath the slit of her gown, fingertips brushing smooth, bare skin.

> [Isabella – Sync Ready – Consent Signal Active]

Their mouths met like a clash of wills. Heated. Demanding. She bit his lip and he bit back.

Her hands reached under his shirt, tracing the bruise left by Incubane's attack.

"You're bleeding," she whispered.

"I'll bleed more if you don't let me have you."

She hesitated just a breath—

Then turned, letting him unzip her gown slowly.

> [SYNC LEVEL 1 ACHIEVED – ISABELLA] [Trait Unlocked: "Controlled Chaos" – Amplifies Passion in Moments of Fear or Anger]

Her breath caught as his hand slid between her thighs, teasing her through lace, coaxing moans that echoed softly in the private chamber.

He wanted her.

He wanted all of them.

But before he could bury himself in her warmth—

> [System Alert: Olivia Grayson – Signal Terminated]

His heart stopped.

"No…"

Isabella turned. "What's wrong?"

"She's gone," he said, voice hollow. "Her sync—it's completely severed."

> [Final Ping: Garden Maze – East Side] [Warning: Trace Residue Matches "Black Masked Woman"]

Charles's eyes burned with fury. Whoever this woman was… she wasn't just interfering.

She was hunting.

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Olivia has vanished. Her Lust Sync has been cut completely. The woman in black—who Charles now knows isn't bound by the system—is moving fast, striking at his core. He saved Roxy. Bonded Isabella.

But Olivia?

She may already be lost.