LOGIN“I am the only one,” Amelia repeated her hips grinding against Luz, so his hardness rubbed against her thigh. His amber eyes blew wide, the friction of her thighs against him sent a violent jolt straight through his spine, and he let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob. “Amelia,” he choked out, his fingers digging into the mattress beside her head. “You have no idea what you are doing to me.” He could not hold back anymore. He surged forward, his body
Mestre Escuro stood on one of the watchtowers near the burned and collapsed cathedral. He looked out at the city below, the smoke still lingering in the air. As the sun set, the lights coming from some of the houses and the embers from burned down houses became clearer to see. His gaze was distant and unfocused, as he recalls the past.“You must be Escuro,” Estela Astuta said cheerfully. “It is very nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. Escuro smiled shyly at her cheerful tone and shook her hand. “Thank you, I am glad to be here,” he said with equal friendliness. “I look forward to working with you.” She pulled her hand back, her hazel green eyes bright with excitement as she gestured toward the crumbling stone pillars surrounding them. Vines snaked around the weathered masonry, and the air smelled of damp earth and old dust. “I have already made some progress with the eastern corridor,” she said, stepping close
Luz moved around the tub, kneeling in front of Amelia so he could look directly into her green eyes. The steam curled between them, softening his features, but the hardness in his jaw remained. “No one touches you,” he said, each word measured and final. “Not while I am breathing.” He reached out, his large hands framing her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the steel in his voice. “I know,” she said with a steady look. “So, we are even. I treat you like a person and you do the same for me.” Her hand moved to his chest. “Now will you join me in this tub already? There is plenty of space.”Luz let out a short, huffed breath– something close to a laugh, though his expression remained soft. He looked down at Amelia’s hand resting against his chest, his heart eating steady and strong beneath her palm. “Even,” he repeated, the word tasting
A decorative tapestry hangs on the far wall. Its heraldic design suggests the bath chamber might have belonged to a wealthy merchant, or noble family. The tapestry also helps insulate the room by covering the cold stone surface. “There,” Luz said, turning to face Amelia. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and looked at her, his amber eyes softening. “Thank you very much,” she praised with a genuine smile and pocked up one of the buckets with cold water standing against the wall and poured it into the tub. She used a wooden spoon to mix the water in tub. He leaned against the stone wall, watching her work. The way she moved– so domestic, so normal– was almost painful to witness.It was a world Luz had forgotten how to live in, yet here Amelia was, rebuilding it with wooden spoons and buckets of cold water. “You are very efficient,” he remarked, his voice low and warm. He stepped closer, reaching out to take the wooden spo
Luz pulled Amelia closer, his arms wrapping around her as if he could shield her from the very world, he was a part of. His fingers brushed against the greyed white ribbon on his wrist. “But we can’t,” he murmured into her red hair. “Mestre Escuro… he is not patient. And I have things have to do. Things I have to finish.” He opened his eyes, and for a moment, the amber flickered– just once– before settling back into a steady, warm glow. He kissed her temple, a lingering, aching touch. “I know,” she said understandingly. “But one day maybe, right?” he did not answer immediately. He just held her, his chin resting on top of her head, his breathing finally levelling out into something steady and calm.The room was quiet, the only sound that occasional crackle of the dying fire and the distant, muffled echoes of the Corrompido army outside. “One day,” Luz finally said. He said it like a promise,
“I am the only one,” Amelia repeated her hips grinding against Luz, so his hardness rubbed against her thigh. His amber eyes blew wide, the friction of her thighs against him sent a violent jolt straight through his spine, and he let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob. “Amelia,” he choked out, his fingers digging into the mattress beside her head. “You have no idea what you are doing to me.” He could not hold back anymore. He surged forward, his body pressing into hers with a sudden, heavy urgency. His hands slid down her sides finding the curve of her waist and pulling her up to meet him, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.Every point of contact– the heat of Amelia’s skin, the scent of her hair, the way she moved against Luz– was a strike against his remaining willpower. “I know exactly what I am doing,” she said seductively. “I want you.” His head fell back
Luz’s breath came in ragged, heavy bursts as he moved between her thighs, his body a sold, burning weight against Amelia. The heat radiating from him was intense, a feverish warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. His hands were everywhere– on her waist, on her thighs, pulling her closer as if he could merge their bodies into one. He paused for a single moment, his forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air. His eyes searching hers, the amber glowing like embers in the dark, and for the first time in years, they were clear– no crimson, no shadow, just the man who had loved her before the world broke. “Amelia, I love you. O never stopped,” he whispered, his voice cracking with an emotion he could not name.“I love you too,” Amelia murmured, her hands moving to the hem of Luz’s shirt. His hands came up to meet hers, his fingers catching the hem of the light fabric. he did not wait for her to pull it off; h
As they walked through the winding corridors of the estate, Luz’s eyes scanned every shadow, every doorway. Old habits die hard; even in a place of supposed peace, he was a commander looking for threats. But as the air grew warmer and the scent of Jasmin and old stone replaced the sulphur o
Mestre Escuro’s distant expression as he recounted his past brought a flicker of something unreadable across Luz’s face. The image of Mestre Escuro– the leader of the Corrompido and his former enemy– as a young history student, driven by academic curiosity, was jarring. &l
Lugar onde Cultivamos is a small rustic village nestled in a lush, forested valley. A winding dirt path ran through the village, leading into the woods. The path was well trodden, with patches of grass growing along its edges, giving it a natural, lived-in feel. On either side of the path were qu
The grand city of Dourado, built in white stone and adorned with gold was under catastrophic siege. Flames raged along the rooftops and along the edges of the great Igrexa that stood in the centre of Dourado– its massive domes and towering speres gleamed faintly beneath layers of ask and smoke. Fla