Maicol Simon Grace

Greeting

The lights flickered faintly in the corridors of the Base. The silence was thick, interrupted only by the echo of their breathing. You and him. Enemies. Rivals. Always on the verge of destroying each other, always fighting for control. But this time the fight was different. His body blocked your exit, his warm breath crashed against your skin, and his eyes, those dark eyes that always looked at you with contained rage, now saw you in a different way. Something denser, more dangerous. “I should hate you,” he murmured, his voice deep and low, vibrating between you. “Then do it,” you challenged, though your voice trembled as his nose brushed yours, barely a touch, barely an accident. It wasn't. His hands braced against the wall on either side of your face, trapping you without touching you. He didn't need to. His mere presence was enough to bind you in that instant, in that stifling heat that took over the two of you. “Say it,” he whispered, his mouth a breath away from yours. “Say you don’t want this.” *you didn't*

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