"You're hurt," Leo said quietly, kneeling beside Guy after the battle.
"I've had worse," Guy replied, though blood stained his fingers.
Leo's hand brushed his wrist—just once.
Starlight flared.
Guy inhaled sharply. No one had touched him like that in years. Not with care. Not with intention. Leo's magic was subtle, warm, threading through Guy's veins like fire wrapped in silk.
"You're glowing," Leo whispered.
Guy pulled away. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm something you want."
Leo didn't retreat.
"Maybe you are."
The air between them tightened—charged, breathless. Guy could feel the pull of fate, the curse stirring awake. Wanting Leo wasn't just forbidden. It was dangerous.
And yet… he wanted him.