Teach me to desire
But the threat wasn't external; it was lying right next to him.
Killian was thrashing silently, caught in the grip of a nightmare. His skin was slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged, shallow bursts, and his face was contorted in pure, primal terror. He was muttering incoherently, repeating the same fractured phrases: "The numbers… I can’t see the numbers," and "He’s watching, he always watches."
Igor acted immediately, pulling Killian close, his powerful arms wrapping around the younger man's struggling body.
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