Semua Bab Scarlet Obsession [BL]: Bab 51 - Bab 56

Michael stood at the entrance of the bedroom, looking exactly as Elian remembered him, tall, broad frame, with that same cruel smirk that had haunted his nightmares for years. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes held the same cold amusement they always did when he had the upper hand. And one thing about both brothers, they had striking similarities that Elian hated to the core. He hated how much they resembled each other. Scratch that. He hated how much he looked like his brother. Because everytime Elian saw Micheal, he saw himself. “Did you miss me?,” Michael asked mockingly. Elian’s hand tightened on the gun, finger hovering over the trigger, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Of all the things he could've expected, seeing his brother in his own fucking house was not one of them. Could he possibly be dreaming? Maybe he was in another nightmare. But this was real, Micheal looked real. The room felt smaller, and the air thicker. He tried t

As they walked into the grand mansion, the familiar scent of old wood and expensive cologne hit Elian like a wave. It made him realize he hadn't been there for a while. The place hadn’t changed at all, same with the heavy silence that always made him feel like he was walking into a trap. Michael, the main character of the meeting himself, was already sitting in the living room, legs crossed casually, waiting for them like he owned the entire estate.It was all probably going to be his one day.Elian paused at first at the sight of his brother, and he couldn't help the bit of irritation that sparked beneath his skin. He took in a deep breath, forcing his expression to stay neutral as he continued walking forward.Michael stood up slowly, giving them a small smile that was definitely fake. He spread his arms wide for Elian, like they were long lost brothers instead of what they really were.Elian walked into his arms robotically, accepting the fake hug with stiff shoulders, and just as

Elian’s eyes flickered from Dex’s eyes to his lips repeatedly, before looking away. Dex didn't know what to make of that reaction, so he just kept quiet.He watched as Elian remained silent for a long moment, as if gathering his thoughts. “My own reasons for hating you were not as deep and twisted as yours were,” he said. “Mine was just hatred fully built in by my own father. I don’t remember meeting you while we were younger like you said. But I remembered that the reason my father never loved me, the reason my father treated me like a weak, incompetent son was because of a Russo heir that I didn’t even know about.”His expression started to dull, the memories clearly weighing on him. But he continued, voice quieter now. “At fourteen, my father left me in the hands of Michael, my older brother. Michael took the responsibility of torturing me in disguise of training. He said he was making me a better person. That I was too weak, that I would never be a successful heir if I didn’t cha