The tension was a living thing between them—raw, taut, ready to snap. Cassian's gaze burned into Riven's, challenging, daring him to cross the line neither wanted to acknowledge.
Riven's breath hitched as Cassian closed the distance, their bodies colliding with a force that sent shockwaves through every nerve ending. The room seemed to shrink around them, the only sound the desperate rhythm of their hearts and ragged gasps.
Cassian's hands were everywhere—possessive, urgent—dragging Riven closer, stripping away every barrier. His mouth captured Riven's in a fierce kiss, one that spoke of need, pain, and the fragile thread of trust binding them.
"You're mine," Cassian whispered against his lips, voice rough with emotion.
"And I'm yours," Riven answered, surrendering fully, his body arching into the promise.
Every touch was an explosion—soft yet searing—breaking down walls they'd both built. Cassian's fingertips traced lines of fire along Riven's skin, each one pulling him deeper into the abyss.
Their connection spiraled, a dance on the edge of control and chaos, until the breaking point was reached—a crescendo of passion and pain that left them breathless and raw.
In the silence that followed, only their ragged breaths and pounding hearts remained, a testament to the bond forged in fire and desire.