Toffee... wait..." Artit whispered.
He looked up at the ceiling and swallowed hard. He felt an intense pressure inside him because of the way Toffee licked his skin.
Toffee did not stop. "Phi..." he breathed out.
Toffee's fingers gently touched Artit's ear, which was already a bright, flushed peach colour .
Then, Toffee grabbed the collar of Artit's shirt. He pulled Artit closer until there was no air between them.
Toffee opened his mouth and licked Artit's peach-colored ear.
Toffee's hand moved down, undoing two more buttons. He slowly touched Artit's chest, sliding his fingers from top to bottom. Suddenly, Artit grabbed his hand to stop him. He looked straight into Toffee's eyes.
And then his hands gripped Toffee's waist even tighter. He felt a rush of heat because of Toffee's wet, warm mouth.
The large washroom mirror reflected everything .The reflection showed Artit's face — he was struggling, trying his best to control the storm inside him.
Artit slowly looked down at Toffee. Toffee's left hand was still on Artit's Adam's apple, moving slowly toward the open shirt.
Toffee reached for another button and undid it, looking straight into Artit's eyes.
Artit saw how red and watery Toffee's eyes were. His heart felt heavy. "I'm sorry, Toffee... it might hurt..." Artit said softly.
Suddenly, Artit reached out and cupped Toffee's face. He kissed Toffee's lips, then moved to kiss his eyes, feeling the dampness of his tears.
As Artit hurriedly started to unbutton the rest of the shirt, Toffee's hand slipped.
His palm hit the wet tiles where he sat.
Artit opened his mouth, his tongue tracing a slow path from Toffee's face to his ear, and down his small neck.
Artit then moved to Toffee's Adam's apple, licking it until the skin was glistening and wet. Toffee grabbed Artit's neck, crossing his arms behind it to pull him closer.
Toffee's back was pressed hard against the mirror, his body shivering from the intense heat of Artit's touch.
Artit began to unbutton Toffee's half-wet shirt. Water was still dripping from Toffee's hair, making his expression look even more intense. Because Toffee had not colored his hair for a while, the mix of gold and black strands against his damp skin made Artit's heart race.
With the shirt open, Artit leaned closer, his breath warm against the small pit of Toffee's throat.
Artit's fingers gently brushed against Toffee's chest, tracing the peach-colored skin with a soft, lingering touch.
"Ah... ah..." Toffee's voice was a soft, shaky breath that filled the quiet room. In his state of daze, Toffee leaned his head back too quickly. The back of his head hit the mirror with a sudden thud.
Artit pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with concern. "Toffee! Are you okay?" Artit quickly checked the back of Toffee's head, rubbing the spot gently with his palm to make sure he wasn't hurt.
"Phi... I..." Toffee's voice broke as he looked up. His eyes were bright and unfocused.
"I feel hot, Phi... I feel so hot..."
"Phi... it's hot..." Toffee whispered.
Artit suddenly realized something was wrong. "Toffee... look at me!" Artit said, his own voice breaking. He touched Toffee's forehead. Toffee was burning, his whole body felt like fire.
Artit immediately pulled Toffee into a tight hug. "It's alright, it's alright, my dear.....you will be alright." Artit looked at their reflection in the mirror.
He hugged Toffee close and kissed the back of his neck. "Toffee... if you can't control the pain, you can bite me."
Toffee looked at Artit with blurry eyes. He pulled Artit down and bit his cheek, then his lips. He moved to Artit's shoulder, biting the skin right where the bone was visible.
Toffee didn't stop; he bit the veins on Artit's neck and his hands.
While Toffee was biting him, Artit quickly pulled out his phone to call his secretary.
"Nut... arrange a car. Come to the private area of the campus. Make sure my Uncle does not see you," Artit ordered.
From the other end, a serious and cold voice answered, "... everything will be ready,
Khrab ."
"Wait at the private parking ground . I will be there. Also, prepare a blanket for me," Artit said and cut the call.
Artit picked Toffee up carefully, holding him like a newborn baby. He walked out of the washroom, carrying him.
Even though they were moving, Toffee was still biting Artit's back and neck, clinging to him in the heat of the fever.
At the end of the washroom corridor, Artit headed straight to the parking ground .
Someone was standing there waiting for them — a tall, fit, wearing black head to toe. An imposing man who would do anything for Artit.
"Artit khrab....."
Nut's expression changed when he saw them like this. Even though he had many questions, he didn't ask anything, he just did everything Artit ordered.
Nut bowed his head and opened the car door for both of them.
Artit carefully got inside the car while carrying Toffee.
He started the car....
Inside, Artit carefully placed Toffee on his lap and covered him with a blanket.
"Artit khrab... where should I go?" Nut asked.
"Nut, go to the private mansion. And tell Auntie Ja to come," Artit said.
"Khab....Artit khrab... is that him?" Nut asked while he was driving, looking through the mirror.
"Mmm... he is." Artit held Toffee even more tightly. Toffee had already fallen asleep because his body was burning so much.
Even though his grip was tight around Artit's neck, Toffee buried his head against him, pulling their bodies even closer together.
"Also, call him... I have to ask something," Artit said, his face suddenly becoming very serious.
Nut's face turned to a look of horror. "Can I ask you... whether your heart..." Nut's words broke off.
"It's time, Nut. Prepare everything. Make sure nothing hurts him... no one can hurt him," Artit said.
He stroked Toffee's hair and kissed him gently while Nut stayed silent and serious.
They arrived at the Private Mansion.
It was a very traditional place that would make anyone feel lost at first sight. It was a vast land filled with green trees, and at the center stood a big, carefully managed mansion.
Artit carried Toffee into the grand hall of the mansion. As they entered, someone was already waiting for them.
"Auntie Ja..." Artit stopped.
"Auntie Ja stood there to greet Artit. Her wrinkled face showed her age, and she carried the intense scent of incense sticks. She felt warm and loving to be near."
Auntie Ja bowed her head to him. She did not speak,she used sign language to tell him that everything was already prepared.
Artit nodded. He began to walk up the wide, long stairs, heading toward his master bedroom while still carrying Toffee in his arms.
Meanwhile, Nut greeted Auntie Ja, stepped back and made a quick phone call.
"No one is allowed to enter the mansion. You know what I mean," Nut said firmly. He cut the call and went back outside to pick someone up.
The stars all fell from the sky, as if the night itself knew that something had changed at that very moment.
In the temple of Wat Nirand...
Inside the temple of 'Wat Nirand', there is a light that is never supposed to go out. It is the light of soul protection. It protects the souls who died in unusual ways, guided by the 'God of Eternity'.
Every day and night, the candles stay lit to guide and protect these souls.
Suddenly, that light was cut off. The flame died.
Inside the dark temple, a tall figure stood still. His shadow reflected against the ancient walls of Wat Nirand.
The mysterious figure looked back into the darkness and spoke in a low voice.
"It's time... He came back. But why now?"