Lucien's control was fraying.

He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest.

"Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained.

Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!"

Lucien moved before he could think.

In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands.

"Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate.

Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—"

Lucien's mouth crashed down on his.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar.

Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan.

Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet."

But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked:

"Make me."

****
Some truths are worth killing for.

​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon.  

Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break.  

Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie.  

Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack.  

In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge.  

Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form.  

One that could destroy them both.  

Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.

Lucien doesn't even think—he rushed out from his room, kicking Elian's door open.


​How did this happen right next to him and he heard nothing?


​Elian lay motionless on his bed, his hair practically soaking the pillow with water like he'd just been pulled out of his bath.


​The old healer was there, but that wasn't what stung Lucien's heart.


​He stood beside Elian's bed like he was his guardian angel, watching him with hurting eyes as if he'd die if anything happened to Elian.


​Lucien's heart sank. He didn't know why, but it felt like he lost his power by being the last person to know about Elian's condition. He hated that he thought of these things instead of figuring out what happened to Elian.


​Clenching his fists, he marched toward the bed and stood right next to Cassian, almost like he wanted to shove the royal guard away from Elian's bedside.


Chapter 45 - 45 Moon and Sun