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    “Don't... don't come near me.” Flins recoils, his spine slamming against the carved bed frame with a sickening crack. Blue fire burns wild in his eyes, and the sob that tears from his throat sounds like glass splintering in the dark. To his fevered mind, Varka’s reaching hands are no longer sanctuary. They are a cage.
    Varka does not stop.His shadow engulfs the bed as he closes the distance, His eyes are dark with a feeling he has no time to voice as he pins Flins down to the mattress, his weight grounding the trembling Fae beneath him.
    “Hate me later, Kyryll,” Varka whispers, voice low and unsteady with something dangerously close to breaking.“But you’re not leaving this bed.” In the silence of the night, a bond is forged, not in trust, but in desperation and restraint.

    In the Nod-Krai, Flins was Varka’s drinking companion. In the dim, blood-stained quarters of the Knights’ headquarters, he is a secret. After the Lawrence Clan remnants tear open Flins’ uniform to feast on his essence, they leave behind a ruin of Abyssal rot and shattered dignity. Now, the line between sanctuary and control begins to blur between Varka and Flins.

    Slow burn | Heavy angst | Intimacy under strain | Coercion | Rituals | Smut

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    3,961
    Chapters:
    2/?
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