Chapter 1: Midnight Whispers
The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the city outside filtering through the cracked blinds of Aiden’s apartment. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a heady mix of curiosity and forbidden attraction. Aiden lay sprawled across the bed, his dark blue bangs splayed over his forehead, his chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of sleep. His assassin’s robe was discarded on a nearby chair, leaving him in nothing but a tight black tank and shorts that clung to his muscular frame.
Maru, with his mint-green hair pushed back by a black headband, sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, his green eyes shimmering with a mix of concern and mischief. The square plaster over his third eye seemed almost unnecessary in this intimate space, as if he could see straight into Aiden’s dreams. Beside him, Cross leaned against the headboard, his white slicked-back hair catching the faint light, his orange eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. The red markings on his cheeks seemed to pulse faintly, mirroring the heat building in the room.
“Should we wake him?” Maru whispered, his voice soft but laced with a teasing undertone. “He looks so peaceful, but I bet he’s dreaming of us already.”
Cross snorted, his cold demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a smirk. “Peaceful? He’s probably dreaming of slitting our throats. You’re too damn optimistic, Maru. But yeah, let’s wake him. I’m bored, and I want to see that short temper of his flare up.”
Maru chuckled, his hand brushing lightly against Aiden’s thigh as he leaned closer. “Oh, come on, Cross. You’re just horny and looking for an excuse to get close. Admit it, you’ve been staring at his ass all night.”
Cross’s smirk widened, his orange eyes narrowing. “And you haven’t? Don’t play innocent, little brother. I’ve seen the way you look at him—like you’re ready to climb him like a damn tree.”
Maru’s cheeks flushed a faint green, but his grin was unapologetic. “Maybe I am. But I’m not the one who gets all moody and broody just to hide how much I want him. You’re practically dripping with need, Cross.”
“Watch it,” Cross growled, though there was no real venom in his tone. He shifted closer, his white hoodie brushing against Aiden’s side as he leaned down, his breath hot against the sleeping man’s ear. “Hey, assassin boy. Wake up. We’ve got plans for you.”
Aiden stirred, his snowflake-patterned eyes fluttering open, a scowl already forming. “What the hell are you two doing in my bed? I was sleeping, damn it.”
Maru laughed, his voice a melodic tease. “Oh, Aiden, don’t be so grumpy. We just couldn’t resist. You look too good lying there, all vulnerable and sexy.”
Aiden’s scowl deepened, but there was a flicker of heat in his gaze as he sat up, his muscles flexing under the tight tank. “You’re both ridiculous. What do you want? And don’t say some sappy Simurian bullshit, Maru.”
Cross’s smirk turned predatory as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. “No bullshit. We want you, Aiden. Right here, right now. And I don’t think you’re gonna say no.”
Aiden’s breath hitched, his eyes darting between the two Simurians. The tension in the room spiked, electric and undeniable. Maru’s hand slid higher on Aiden’s thigh, his touch firm and deliberate, while Cross’s fingers brushed against Aiden’s jaw, tilting his head up.
“You’re out of your minds,” Aiden muttered, but his voice was rough, betraying the heat pooling in his core. “Both of you. Fucking aliens.”
Maru’s grin was wicked now, his green eyes gleaming. “Oh, we’re gonna fuck, alright. And you’re gonna love every second of it.”
The air crackled as Cross’s lips hovered just inches from Aiden’s, the promise of something wild and untamed hanging between them. Maru’s hand tightened, his touch igniting a fire that was about to consume them all. The night was young, and the boundaries of desire were about to be shattered.
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