Sunlight slanted through the windows in narrow strips of warmth, casting golden bars across the rumpled sheets where Nox and Leo lay entwined. The air in the apartment was thick with the soft scent of rain from the night before, mingling with the raw, intimate musk of their shared breath and vulnerability—the faint metallic tang of blood from Nox's scars, underscored by the lingering salt of sweat and seed. Nox stirred first, his body a map of aches—his lower back throbbing from the relentless pounding Leo had delivered last night, each movement sending echoes of pleasure-pain through his muscular frame. A faint blush stained his cheeks, not from shame or fear, but from the novel warmth of being claimed, of surrendering to her feminine assassin soul , whispering dark promises of dominance and submission in equal measure.
Leo's blue eyes flicked open at the subtle shift, catching the flush on Nox's skin like a predator spotting prey. Instead of his usual teasing smirk, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Nox's temple, his lips lingering on the faint scar there— There was no awkwardness, only a quiet, soul-deep comfort, a connection forged in three years of loyalty and brotherhood, now stripped bare and redefined by the heat of last night's frenzy. Leo's hand slid up Nox's side, fingers tracing the bullet wounds and knife cuts that decorated his body like trophies, each one a story of survival that fueled Leo's obsession.
They moved to the shower without a word, the steam rising like a veil as the water hissed to life, enveloping them in a cocoon of heat and humidity. It started urgent, yes—Leo's hands roaming possessively over Nox's scarred torso—but it was grounding too, a ritual of cleansing that quickly devolved into something primal. Leo kissed the new scar above Nox's brow, his tongue flicking over the raised flesh with a mix of guilt and tenderness, as if he could erase the pain he didn't caused. "I wont let anything happen to you " Leo murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated against Nox's skin, his fingers working soap into Nox's knuckles, cleaning the abrasions from their rough grappling the night before.
Nox's breath hitched, his violet eyes locking onto Leo's blue ones, the messy bun of his black hair coming undone under the spray, water cascading down his face like tears. The hello kitty piercing at his navel caught the light, a playful glint amid the chaos of his wounds, but it was the feminine assassin soul inside her that surged forward now,. "You will," Nox whispered, his voice taking on a sultry, dual-toned edge—half his own gravelly timbre, half the seductive whisper of the killer within,making his body arch instinctively, his scars tingling with heightened sensitivity.
Leo's guilt twisted into desire, his hands sliding lower, soaping Nox's chest before gripping his hips with bruising force. The shower became a battlefield of intimacy, water mixing with the suds as Leo pinned Nox against the tiled wall, his cock already hardening against Nox's thigh. "Then let me make it up to you," Leo snarled, his mafia lord authority seeping through, turning tenderness into domination. He kissed Nox deeply, tongues clashing in a wet, hungry dance, while his fingers traced the spinal tattoo on Nox's back—a intricate web of thorns and blades that seemed to pulse under his touch, urging Nox to submit fully.
Nox moaned into the kiss, his feminine essence rising like a storm, his body responding with a fluidity that blurred his masculine form. He ground against Leo, the hello kitty piercing rubbing against Leo's abdomen, a tantalizing point of contact that drove them both wild. Leo's hand wrapped around Nox's erection, stroking with soap-slick fingers, but it wasn't enough—he needed more. Turning Nox around, Leo pressed him face-first against the wall, the water pounding down like rain on their skin. "Beg for it,tell me you want this too ." Leo commanded, his voice echoing in the steam, as he aligned himself and thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself in Nox's tight heat.
The pain was exquisite, a grounding force that blended with pleasure, Nox's lower back arching as Leo's cock hit deep, stretching him in ways that made his scars throb, turning his moans into a symphony of surrender—he pushed back, meeting Leo's thrusts with a rhythm that was both defiant and yielding, his body clenching around the intrusion like a trap. Leo's hands roamed, fingers digging into the knife cuts on Nox's sides, drawing faint beads of blood that the water washed away, turning the act into edge play—pain as an aphrodisiac, each thrust a claim on the scars that defined him.
"Fuck, you're finally mine," Leo groaned, his pace quickening, water splashing as their bodies slammed together. Nox's voice shifting to a breathy, seductive lilt, "Take me, harder," as if the assassin was channeling through him, making every sensation more intense. Leo obliged, pounding harder, his teeth grazing Nox's shoulder, leaving fresh marks amid the old ones. They came together in a rush—Nox spilling against the tiles, his body shuddering, while Leo filled him with hot pulses, their mingled release swirling down the drain.
They emerged from the shower breathless, the intimacy grounding them anew. Wrapped in oversized shirts and bare feet, they returned to the kitchen, the scent of rain and sex still clinging to their skin. As they sat on the island, eating spaghetti with knees touching, the quiet comfort lingered, but the fire in their eyes promised the storm wasn't over.
Nox balanced the steaming bowl of spaghetti on his lap, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder to reveal —bullet wounds puckered like stars, his muscular torso. His black hair was still damp from their shared shower, the messy bun coming loose in strands that framed his violet eyes, now softened with a post-coital haze. The hello kitty piercing at his navel glinted innocently in the kitchen light, a stark contrast to the hardened assassin soul trapped within him—a feminine essence that simmered beneath his skin, waiting to be unleashed. Leo sat beside him on the kitchen island, their bare knees brushing with electric intent, his blue eyes scanning Nox's form like a mafia lord surveying his empire. Three years of loyalty and brotherhood had shattered last night, replaced by raw, unfiltered desire, and now, in the quiet aftermath, that hunger lingered like a ghost.
The scent of rain-soaked air mixed with the garlic tang of spaghetti and the faint musk of their earlier intimacy—the way Leo had pinned Nox against the shower wall, water cascading over them as he kissed the fresh scar above Nox's brow, his tongue tracing the wound with a mix of guilt and greed. It had started tenderly, Leo's hands cleaning Nox's knuckles with soap-slick fingers, but escalated quickly—Leo's cock sliding between Nox's thighs, thrusting with urgent rhythm until Nox's moans echoed off the tiles. Now, as they ate, the domesticity was a thin veil. Leo's fork clattered against his bowl, and he set it aside, his black hair falling over his forehead as he turned to Nox, eyes darkening with that familiar dominance.
"You're still blushing," Leo murmured, his voice a low rumble, laced with the authority of a man who commanded rooms with a glance. He reached out, fingers grazing the spinal tattoo down Nox's back—a intricate design of crimson thorns , hidden under the shirt but etched into his very being.
Nox set his bowl down, the movement exposing more of his body—the piercing winking like a taunt. "And you're still staring," he replied, his voice husky, carrying an undercurrent of that assassin's edge, but softened by the vulnerability of last night. Leo didn't hesitate. He slid off the island, stepping between Nox's legs, his hands gripping Nox's thighs with possessive force. The kitchen air thickened, the scent of spaghetti forgotten as Leo's lips crashed against Nox's, a kiss that started gentle but quickly turned feral. Tongues tangled, Leo tasting the salt of Nox's skin, the faint metallic hint of old wounds.
"Take it off," Leo growled, tugging at Nox's shirt. Nox complied, shedding it in one fluid motion, revealing his canvas of scars—each one a story Leo had memorized. The mafia lord's fingers traced a bullet wound on Nox's nek scar then bullet wound on his chest, then dipped lower, toying with the hello kitty piercing, twisting it gently at first, then with more intent, drawing a sharp gasp from Nox. It was a spark that ignited everything. Nox's body responding with a fluidity that blurred soul genders—he arched his back, eyes fluttering as if channeling the assassin's spirit, making him both predator and prey.
Leo pushed Nox back onto the island, the cool surface pressing against his scars as Leo's hands roamed, mapping every inch. "I've thought about this every damn day," Leo confessed, his voice breaking as he freed his hardening cock from his pants, the sight of it—thick, veined, demanding—making Nox's own stir in response. Last night's memory flashed between them: Leo fucking him relentlessly, pinning him to the bed, thrusting deep into his tight heat, Nox's moans mixing with the creak of the mattress, his spinal tattoo flexing with each impact.
Now, Leo wasted no time. He positioned himself, slicking his cock with the remnants of their shower oil, and entered Nox with a single, powerful thrust. Nox cried out, his body arching from being claimed like a conquest. Leo's hands pinned Nox's wrists above his head, exposing the wire scar on his neck, and he leaned in, biting at the scars, drawing faint blood that mixed with sweat. It was edge play at its finest, the pain amplifying the pleasure, turning each thrust into a symphony of agony and ecstasy.
Nox's legs wrapped around Leo's waist, pulling him deeper, his muscular body clenching around the intrusion, the hello kitty piercing rubbing against Leo's abdomen with every grind. "Fuck, Leo—harder," Nox begged, his voice shifting, taking on a sultry, feminine lilt that drove Leo wild, as if the assassin's soul was manifesting, turning him into a vessel of desire. Leo obliged, pounding into him with ruthlessness, his blue eyes locked on Nox's violet ones, watching the blush spread across his cheeks.
The kitchen became a battlefield of lust, spaghetti bowls tipping over, sauce splattering as their bodies slammed together. Leo's cock hit that sweet spot inside Nox, making his head fell back his own erection trapped between them, leaking pre-cum. It was raw, unhinged—the scars, the piercing, the tattoo all points of worship as Leo traced them with his tongue, licking blood from a fresh bite. Nox's feminine essence peaked, his moans turning to whispers of an assassin's surrender, "Take me, own me," fueling Leo's dominance.
When they came, it was simultaneous—a explosion of release. Leo filled Nox with hot, pulsing seed, his body shuddering as Nox's own climax painted their stomachs, . They collapsed together on the island, breaths ragged, the air thick with the scent of sex and spilled spaghetti.
Leo kissed Nox's temple again, tender now, but the fire in his eyes promised more. "We're not done, you need to tell me what happened yesterday" he whispered.
and Nox,nyx got conflicted sat up faced Leo in silence .
It was Leo who broke the silence.
"You scared me last night," he said quietly. "I couldn't reach you. Not with words. Not with touch. Not until I—" He stopped, eyes dropping to their intertwined hands
Nox looked up. His fingers tensed around him. For a moment, he hesitated. But then he exhaled.
"I was picked up by an organization. They trained me to be a weapon. Not a person. A tool. A knife in their hand. They broke my bones, misplaced joints to increase pain tolerance. Tortured me for years. When I thought I'd finally earned freedom, they shattered it again."
Her voice grew hoarse.
"I trusted my comrades. I helped them escape. Start new lives. But they made me kill them. Made me kill babies who smiled at me. Innocents."
Tears dripped onto his bear chest. Leo froze, hand halfway to Nox's.
"They tortured me again for daring to hope. It became a cycle. When I became the machine they wanted, they feared me. One day, the man I trusted most held a gun to my head. He said I had to die."
Nox didn't tell him the full truth. Not about Nyx. Not about the other world. Not about the body she now owns . Some truths had no shape in words. Some were too far from comprehension.
Leo's hand slid into his.
"So I broke free. Erased everything about me .Hid in college. Met you. At first, I watched. I knew you were mafia royalty. I wanted to observe. I found it entertaining—your weird dynamics with Ash." Nox glanced up with a wry smile.
Leo chuckled wetly, red-eyed.
"But I also saw you, how desperate you were for normalcy. How much you mirrored me. I buried myself in missions, but you kept appearing. When I didn't see your guards, I acted. I kept your world intact. Gave you time to be soft."
Leo's lips trembled.
"I wanted to see you happy. It made me question everything. Why I was here. Why we were tied. Why I did things I shouldn't care about. Even when I told myself it was loyalty or duty—I knew better."
He paused. Then, with a smile still fragile but radiant: "Even Dominik knows. He's probably watching us now, crying over a bottle of vodka."
Leo laughed, finally.
"I think he's been hacking our cameras since last night."
Nox leaned in.
"You were in the back of my mind even on missions. You haunted my thoughts like a heartbeat. When I saw you cry in my arms, I knew. That this was my place. Beside you. My reason to live."
Leo kissed him again, hand cradling Nox's jaw. "I love you."
Nox, eyes glossy and stunned, whispered, "Thank you for finding me. I love you too."
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Elsewhere, in the plush black leather interior of a car parked across the street, Dominik wiped tears with the back of his wrist. The laptop on his lap showed live feeds from the hacked apartment cameras.
"LOOK! I TOLD YOU THIS IS A FUCKING K-DRAMA!" he yelled, slapping Leo's dad's shoulder.
Leo's dad didn't flinch. He stared at the screen, eyes serious, emotional. "Yes. I almost cried."
Dominik blinked. "You... you actually have tear ducts?"
Leo's dad nodded solemnly.
Dominik pointed dramatically at the screen. "They kissed like it was the climax of episode 12! Then he cried and said 'thank you for finding me!' Are you kidding me? This is better than Scarlet Lovers of the 3rd Life!"
Leo's dad handed him a tissue.
"Shut up and rewind skip the damn sex scenes. I want to rewatch the part where Nox blushes."
Dominik, sniffling, grinned. "Same.very cute,i almost fainted ."
To be continued....