Chapter 1: Midnight Whispers
The room was a cocoon of shadows, lit only by the faint glow of a neon cityscape filtering through the cracked blinds. Aiden lay sprawled across the bed, his assassin’s black robe discarded on the floor, leaving him in nothing but tight briefs that clung to his muscular frame. His dark blue bangs fell messily over his forehead, and his chest rose and fell with the deep, rhythmic breaths of sleep. The man bun atop his head was slightly undone, giving him a rugged, untamed look that made Maru’s heart race.
Maru, with his mint-green hair pushed back by a black headband, sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, his green eyes—two of them visible, the third hidden beneath a plaster—glinting with a mix of mischief and adoration. He wore a snug turtleneck, the fabric hugging his curvy, feminine frame. Beside him, Cross leaned against the headboard, his white slicked-back hair catching the dim light, orange eyes narrowed as he studied Aiden’s sleeping form. The red swirling markings on his cheeks seemed to pulse with barely contained energy, and his white hoodie was unzipped just enough to reveal the smooth, toned chest beneath.
“Look at him,” Maru whispered, his voice a soft purr, laced with a warmth that could melt steel. “Even when he’s out cold, he’s got that brooding intensity. Makes you wanna climb on top and wake him up in the best way, doesn’t it?”
Cross snorted, his cold demeanor cracking just enough to let a smirk slip through. “You’re hopeless, brother. Always so damn sentimental. He’d probably punch us both if we tried anything right now.” But his gaze lingered on Aiden’s lips, slightly parted, and the way his briefs outlined every inch of what lay beneath.
“Oh, come on, Cross,” Maru teased, nudging him with a delicate elbow. “Don’t act like you’re not itching to feel him. I see the way your eyes burn when he snaps at us. You love that fire. Bet it’d feel even better if he turned it on you in bed.”
Cross rolled his eyes, but a faint flush crept up his neck. “Keep talking, Maru. I’ll shove that optimism right back down your throat.” His tone was sharp, but there was a playful edge to it, a crack in his icy facade that only Maru—and maybe Aiden—could ever widen.
Maru grinned, scooting closer to Aiden, his fingers brushing lightly against the human’s bare thigh. “I’m just saying, he’s been so tense lately. All that assassin brooding. We could… ease him up a little. Show him how Simurians take care of their own.” His voice dropped lower, suggestive, as his hand trailed higher, daring Cross to join in.
Cross’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away when Maru’s other hand reached for him, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “You’re a menace,” Cross muttered, but he leaned in, his breath hot against Maru’s ear. “If we’re doing this, we do it right. No half-measures. He’s gotta feel every damn inch of us.”
Maru’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his third eye twitching beneath the plaster as if sensing the rising heat in the room. “That’s the spirit, brother. Let’s wake our grumpy human up with a surprise he’ll never forget.”
Aiden stirred slightly, a low groan escaping his lips as Maru’s fingers danced closer to the edge of his briefs. Cross’s hand joined in, sliding up Aiden’s chest, teasing at the hardened peaks beneath the fabric. The air grew thick with tension, the promise of something wild and untamed crackling between the three of them. Aiden’s eyes fluttered, on the verge of opening, as Maru leaned down, lips hovering just above his, whispering, “Time to play, love.”
The room was about to ignite, and none of them were ready for how hot it would burn.
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