Dex looked at Elian, then at Julian, then back at Elian. The absurdity of the situation hit him all over again. “What the fuck, Elian,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Elian just smiled, that dangerous, beautiful, completely mad smile that always made Dex’s heart race. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the way Elian stands behind Julian like a proud artist showing off his masterpiece. Dex’s emotions are a mess, there was relief, then anger at the chaos that had been caused, and then a deep, dark possessiveness that made his chest tight. The jealousy was there, seeing his ex tied up like this was strangely satisfying, but the real focus was Elian. Finally deciding to ease himself of the restraint he's putting on himself, je reached out and pulled Elian into his arms, holding him tight against his body. “You’re insane,” Dex whispers against his hair. “Completely fucking insane.” Elian chuckled softly and wraps his arms around Dex’s neck. “You love it.” D
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