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Phainon looks at him for a moment. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, no longer steaming and fogging his glasses, then offers him a timid smile afterwards. “You can trust me, Mydei.”
“I do,” Mydei ends up saying.
His roommate sits back and laughs, not quite believing it yet. “Did you at least miss me?” he asks suddenly, tilting his head. Just like that, the strange tension dissipates.
My hole was pulsing to the thought of your name. Mydei takes a long, pointed bite of his toast to avoid replying.
Phainon’s grin sharpens into a boyish smirk. “Yeah. Thought so.”
On paper and in his daily life, Mydei pretends to be a beta. It wouldn’t have been any trouble, if only he isn’t attracted to his alpha roommate.
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11 Dec 2025
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It is difficult to say anything more. If he did, he’d be bearing his heart out to an all too familiar face, yet be faced with an indifference that would break him. He need not say more.
Frustratingly, Flame Reaver tilts his head like a confused dog, the mannerism so similar to his Deliverer. “Is that all your questions, crowned prince?” It asks.
And perhaps, like a fool, he had one more. He indulges in asking, the romanticism of it all echoing his lover’s love for fairy tales,
“Did we perhaps meet in my library in the next life, Flame Reaver? Is Mydei of any loop always fated to be with his Phainon?”
“No.”
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Mydei and the Chrysos Heirs visit the grave of their sole sacrifice.
(I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF I GAVE THEM A HAPPY ENDING IN THE NEXT* LIFE)
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04 Aug 2025
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The moment Mydeimos set foot into the domicile, the heady scent of heat pheromones stopped the Kremnoan dead in his tracks.
The honeyed scent of estrus stuck to every surface of the house like caramel, Phainon having saturated every wall and piece of furniture within their shared home in his scent.
— The scent-markings, which had been smeared all over the abode, most likely during the final stretch of proestrus, emphasized that Phainon was prime for mating and ready to breed.Breathing deep, Mydeimos could practically taste the softness of Phainon’s fertility on the back of his tongue, whetting his sexual appetite and arousing his carnal desires - as well as provoking his rut.
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04 Aug 2025