The night had deepened, shadows wrapping the room in a velvet embrace. Cassian traced the lines of Riven's body with slow, deliberate fingers, each touch a silent vow binding them closer despite the chaos surrounding them.
"Do you know what binds us, Riven?" Cassian's voice was low, thick with desire and something more—something raw and real.
Riven met his gaze, eyes dark pools of longing and fear. "What?"
"More than chains, more than lust," Cassian whispered, his breath warm against Riven's neck. "It's the promise we make in the silence—the need, the power, the obsession that neither of us can deny."
Riven shivered under the weight of those words, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his usual defiance. "And if that promise breaks?"
Cassian's grip tightened just slightly, a warning and a plea all at once. "Then we fall. Together or not at all."
Their bodies moved in perfect, fiery rhythm—a dance of possession and surrender, pain and pleasure. Every kiss was a confession, every touch a chain pulling tighter around their hearts.
When dawn finally crept in again, they lay tangled, bound not just by flesh but by something far deeper—something fierce and unbreakable.