Shadows Strike
The city had grown quieter, but Dominic knew silence often meant trouble.
The call came just past midnight—urgent, clipped, a single word repeated:
They're coming.
Liam, still wrapped in Dominic's jacket from earlier, froze. "Who?"
Dominic's jaw tightened. "People from my past. People who think they can take what's mine—and you're part of it now whether you like it or not."
Liam's stomach turned, fear and adrenaline mixing with the lingering heat from Dominic's earlier touch.
"I don't care about my past," Liam said quietly. "I care about now. About us."
Dominic's gaze softened for a fraction of a second—but seconds were luxury they couldn't afford. "Then hold on tight."
Elsewhere, the friends sprang into action.
Marco grabbed Noah's hand. "We stick together. No exceptions."
Noah nodded, pulse racing. "Always."
Sebastian and Jax moved silently, weapons ready, eyes locked. The thrill of danger sparked something neither wanted to admit—exhilaration wrapped in desire.
Eli, Jax's partner, whispered instructions to the group. Coordination. Planning. Everyone had a role.
Because survival wasn't guaranteed.
The attackers arrived with precision, masks and dark suits, but Dominic's team was faster, sharper.
Gunfire cracked. Shadows flickered. Heartbeats synced.
Liam ducked behind a pillar, adrenaline and fear coiling tight in his chest.
Dominic appeared beside him, hand on his shoulder. "Stay close. Trust me."
"I am trusting you," Liam shot back.
Dominic didn't respond—he didn't need to. Every move, every command, every step was proof. Liam had never felt safer—or more alive.
Across the warehouse, Marco shielded Noah as bullets tore through glass. "Don't look down," Marco hissed.
Noah's grip on Marco's arm tightened. "I won't."
Sebastian tackled an attacker silently, while Jax's swift, precise strikes kept another at bay. Each movement between them was tense, coordinated, charged with intimacy and trust.
By the time the dust settled, Dominic and his team had neutralized the threat.
But the adrenaline lingered, far from over.
Back at the penthouse, silence fell.
Dominic and Liam leaned against each other, sweat mingling with the city's night air.
"You could have been hurt," Dominic said, voice low, rough.
"I wasn't," Liam said, breathing heavy. "Because you were here."
Dominic's hand brushed Liam's hair, lingering at his neck. "I can't promise it will always be safe."
"I don't want safe," Liam whispered. "I want you."
Dominic's lips pressed against Liam's in a deep, claiming kiss. This time, there was no hesitation—only desire, connection, and the lingering danger that made it all irresistible.
Across the city, the other pairs were no less affected:
Marco & Noah: Held close, kissed in quiet triumph, danger deepening their bond.
Sebastian & Jax: Shared adrenaline-fueled touches, fingers intertwined, unspoken promises forming.
Eli & Victor (or secondary pair): Exchanged a knowing glance, loyalty and attraction merging in the shadows.
Midnight was no longer just temptation.
It was life, love, and lust intertwined—each moment sharper than the last.
And everyone knew: the night was far from over.