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Break The Ice Locked Up
NICO At the top of the stairs, leaning against the balustrade, he watched it all happen—the organ in his chest clenching so hard it was painful. The pain intensified as he watched Tristan leaning into the Latino’s touch like he was life itself, like he was his own fucking breath. His grip around the boy’s ribs was so tight, Nico wished he’d press even harder and crush the brat. That touch... Nico stared down at his own hands—soft, without the fucking callouses—proof of how little he had held a gun in the past seven years. And now, Tristan flinched away from his touch. His touch... The sharp pain seared past his chest again. Yet, the way Tristan clung to Myles, even in that state… and yet, he flinched. He should have known. He came with Victor’s strength. Of course, he came with his weaknesses too—threefold, even more intense. Let it burn. Nico’s jaw clenched as he released his hold on the lit cigar. Let it all burn. It didn’t matter anymore. But a hand snatched past him
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Break The Ice Real(2)
TRISTAN *You’re so damn heavy…* I wasn’t sure what had my lids fluttering open—the bright light in this room that smelled too familiar or the feminine voice scraping at my nerves. My lips were dry, cracked, and when I ran my tongue over them, I tasted something medicinal. My body felt like I had walked through fire, my head pounding—not in the unbearable way when the voices grew loud and screeching, but like I’d knocked it against a wall on my way to bed. My eyes cracked fully open to my room. The intricate design of the ceiling sharpened in my vision, the cold air caressing my bare upper body as the woman’s voice became louder. Christ… what happened last night? The last thing I remembered was tumbling down the stairs until I hit the floor… then… what? *Don’t wake up. Don’t leave me.* *Come on. I’ll take you home.* Of course, my chest tightened. Myles. I hallucinated so damn hard about him I could swear I smelled a whiff of his scent. Now, I was lying here alone, waitin
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Break The Ice Thorns and Roses
MYLES The way he looked at me—it was as though he couldn’t believe I was here, touching him. As though he was waiting for the moment he’d wake up from this nightmare. As though I was too good to be true. He looked at me like he was broken, and I was the only one who could fix him. And that scared me. Not because the future looked bleak, not because I couldn’t trust myself, but because I dreaded the day he’d stop looking at me like this. Like I was the reason he still held his breath. Tristan made me weak. Weak enough to turn away. *Never stop needing me*, I wanted to scream. *Keep me so much it hurts*. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it… “I don’t believe you,” Tristan muttered, taking my hand and pressing it against his chest so I could feel his racing heart. “I don’t believe anything you say. But…I’ll take anything you give me. As long as you don’t leave. "You’re all I ever wanted.” I tried not to shiver as he leaned in. The first press of our lips was slow, gentle, nu
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Break The Ice Reassurance
"You pick up that call," he murmured, "and I swear to God, I'll kill him."A smirk tugged at my lips. "Noted."He raised his head to stare into my eyes, then leaned in, kissing the smile off my lips, trailing down until he nibbled the hollow of my neck. I caught my breath, drowning in his touch. In the back of my mind, a voice whispered, reminding me to pull away like last time, to let him heal. But how could I, when he looked at me like that? When I drowned in those soft grays that called to the darkest part of my soul.He fumbled against my zipper, hands slipping and digging into my hips, as if pressing hard enough would merge us and make me forget the phone ringing in the background. I arched into Tristan's touch, my back hitting the wall as his hands finally freed me from my jeans, but despite his ragged breath, he wasn't fully into it. More times than once his gaze narrowed to the buzz.His body stiffened every time the phone rang, like it was a nightmare he'd rather not face.
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Break The Ice Reassurance(2)
I found the door of the mini bar open, and with a loud sigh, I walked in. Eros, who was raising a half-filled tumbler to his lips, paused for a second, then shrugged it off before he took a mouthful, wincing when it hit too much. "The Boss has been looking for you." I broke the silence. "Where have you been?" His lips twitched bitterly, neck twisting a bit to catch a glimpse of me, then shaking his head. "Quit pretending you care. It doesn't suit you." I stopped. It’s his voice. It holds no malice, just exhaustion, like the sight of me is something he can't stomach. Even in the dim light, I saw it all—the fragile state he was in. "Of course I care. You're my—" "Friend?" He chuckled, dropping onto the stool and resting his forehead on the counter. "You were the worst thing that ever happened to me, Tristan." He paused. "I mean, my life was shit before, but you came in and..." "What the fuck are you saying?" I snapped. "I'm saying don't ask silly questions. Don't shift th
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Break The Ice Cold
EROSWhat was there to look at? Nothing interesting at all. Just his father strolling out of his brother's apartment, expression sullen and knuckles dripping blood that wasn't his.Guess there was a limit to the incompetency love makes you take. Sometimes you just get to hit your favorite things even when it hurts you.He was curious what his reaction would be when he found that thing dead.On the fence shrouded by tall trees, Eros watched his father wipe the blood off his hands. Then, flinging the hanky behind him, he turned to two of the goons, barking out orders.Eros pulled his hoodie up, eyes still a little drowsy from his escapade at Tristan's condo. He waited... patiently... any moment now.The old man's eyes scanned the house one last time. Then his phone rang, and he slipped into the car with his men, and the car sped off.Eros smiled... this was it.With a couple of moves, face mask set in place and the smooth, cold steel against him, he dropped down to the floor, still shro
Last Updated : 2025-02-19Break The Ice Cold (2)
TRISTANThe phone pressed to my ear wasn’t mine, but from it seeped my uncle’s voice. He sounded strange—void—and with every word he spilled, it dawned on me why there were three goons behind me, pressing a gun to the back of my head. "Follow them peacefully," the boss ordered. My brows hardened and knit together, my eyes narrowing at the florist, who kept giving us nervous glances, but not once did she reach for the phone to call the police. They had warned her… or she understood the atmosphere’s language and realized it was better to stay out of it. "Cut it out, Uncle," I gritted out, the flowers hanging loosely in my hold. "Can we do this later? After I take Myles to the hospital?" There was silence for seconds before his voice came on again. "Look back at the car, Tristan. Do you really think you're in a spot to negotiate right now?" What did he mean by—? Myles was staring at me, his jaw set, his eyes soft yet unreadable. Beside him, Jade was climbing out, her hand
Last Updated : 2025-02-22Break The Ice Choice
TRISTAN "Where the hell is the Boss?!" I growled, slamming my fist against the thick glass demarcation. "You fucking tell me where the Boss is right now!" But the goon keeping watch only took a long look in my direction, shook his head, and walked out the door. My throbbing fists clenched against the glass. This… all of this was frustrating. Being dragged here, Nico ignoring me, throwing me into this compartment that felt like a damn asylum… and worst of all, not knowing how Myles was faring. All of it fueled my pacing, my yelling—despite knowing no one could hear me. There was a telephone on the wall at my side, the only way to communicate with the outside. But in my rage and fear, I couldn’t think clearly. I’d tried pleading once, but the goons had looked straight through me, as if I were a ghost, before stepping out. There was no way to escape. This place didn’t even have windows. Punching the glass was useless—my knuckles had already begun to bleed. I raked my finge
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TRISTAN "Where the hell is the Boss?!" I growled, slamming my fist against the thick glass demarcation. "You fucking tell me where the Boss is right now!" But the goon keeping watch only took a long look in my direction, shook his head, and walked out the door. My throbbing fists clenched against the glass. This… all of this was frustrating. Being dragged here, Nico ignoring me, throwing me into this compartment that felt like a damn asylum… and worst of all, not knowing how Myles was faring. All of it fueled my pacing, my yelling—despite knowing no one could hear me. There was a telephone on the wall at my side, the only way to communicate with the outside. But in my rage and fear, I couldn’t think clearly. I’d tried pleading once, but the goons had looked straight through me, as if I were a ghost, before stepping out. There was no way to escape. This place didn’t even have windows. Punching the glass was useless—my knuckles had already begun to bleed. I raked my finge
Break The Ice Cold (2)
TRISTANThe phone pressed to my ear wasn’t mine, but from it seeped my uncle’s voice. He sounded strange—void—and with every word he spilled, it dawned on me why there were three goons behind me, pressing a gun to the back of my head. "Follow them peacefully," the boss ordered. My brows hardened and knit together, my eyes narrowing at the florist, who kept giving us nervous glances, but not once did she reach for the phone to call the police. They had warned her… or she understood the atmosphere’s language and realized it was better to stay out of it. "Cut it out, Uncle," I gritted out, the flowers hanging loosely in my hold. "Can we do this later? After I take Myles to the hospital?" There was silence for seconds before his voice came on again. "Look back at the car, Tristan. Do you really think you're in a spot to negotiate right now?" What did he mean by—? Myles was staring at me, his jaw set, his eyes soft yet unreadable. Beside him, Jade was climbing out, her hand
Break The Ice Cold
EROSWhat was there to look at? Nothing interesting at all. Just his father strolling out of his brother's apartment, expression sullen and knuckles dripping blood that wasn't his.Guess there was a limit to the incompetency love makes you take. Sometimes you just get to hit your favorite things even when it hurts you.He was curious what his reaction would be when he found that thing dead.On the fence shrouded by tall trees, Eros watched his father wipe the blood off his hands. Then, flinging the hanky behind him, he turned to two of the goons, barking out orders.Eros pulled his hoodie up, eyes still a little drowsy from his escapade at Tristan's condo. He waited... patiently... any moment now.The old man's eyes scanned the house one last time. Then his phone rang, and he slipped into the car with his men, and the car sped off.Eros smiled... this was it.With a couple of moves, face mask set in place and the smooth, cold steel against him, he dropped down to the floor, still shro
Break The Ice Reassurance(2)
I found the door of the mini bar open, and with a loud sigh, I walked in. Eros, who was raising a half-filled tumbler to his lips, paused for a second, then shrugged it off before he took a mouthful, wincing when it hit too much. "The Boss has been looking for you." I broke the silence. "Where have you been?" His lips twitched bitterly, neck twisting a bit to catch a glimpse of me, then shaking his head. "Quit pretending you care. It doesn't suit you." I stopped. It’s his voice. It holds no malice, just exhaustion, like the sight of me is something he can't stomach. Even in the dim light, I saw it all—the fragile state he was in. "Of course I care. You're my—" "Friend?" He chuckled, dropping onto the stool and resting his forehead on the counter. "You were the worst thing that ever happened to me, Tristan." He paused. "I mean, my life was shit before, but you came in and..." "What the fuck are you saying?" I snapped. "I'm saying don't ask silly questions. Don't shift th
Break The Ice Reassurance
"You pick up that call," he murmured, "and I swear to God, I'll kill him."A smirk tugged at my lips. "Noted."He raised his head to stare into my eyes, then leaned in, kissing the smile off my lips, trailing down until he nibbled the hollow of my neck. I caught my breath, drowning in his touch. In the back of my mind, a voice whispered, reminding me to pull away like last time, to let him heal. But how could I, when he looked at me like that? When I drowned in those soft grays that called to the darkest part of my soul.He fumbled against my zipper, hands slipping and digging into my hips, as if pressing hard enough would merge us and make me forget the phone ringing in the background. I arched into Tristan's touch, my back hitting the wall as his hands finally freed me from my jeans, but despite his ragged breath, he wasn't fully into it. More times than once his gaze narrowed to the buzz.His body stiffened every time the phone rang, like it was a nightmare he'd rather not face.
Break The Ice Thorns and Roses
MYLES The way he looked at me—it was as though he couldn’t believe I was here, touching him. As though he was waiting for the moment he’d wake up from this nightmare. As though I was too good to be true. He looked at me like he was broken, and I was the only one who could fix him. And that scared me. Not because the future looked bleak, not because I couldn’t trust myself, but because I dreaded the day he’d stop looking at me like this. Like I was the reason he still held his breath. Tristan made me weak. Weak enough to turn away. *Never stop needing me*, I wanted to scream. *Keep me so much it hurts*. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it… “I don’t believe you,” Tristan muttered, taking my hand and pressing it against his chest so I could feel his racing heart. “I don’t believe anything you say. But…I’ll take anything you give me. As long as you don’t leave. "You’re all I ever wanted.” I tried not to shiver as he leaned in. The first press of our lips was slow, gentle, nu
Break The Ice Real(2)
TRISTAN *You’re so damn heavy…* I wasn’t sure what had my lids fluttering open—the bright light in this room that smelled too familiar or the feminine voice scraping at my nerves. My lips were dry, cracked, and when I ran my tongue over them, I tasted something medicinal. My body felt like I had walked through fire, my head pounding—not in the unbearable way when the voices grew loud and screeching, but like I’d knocked it against a wall on my way to bed. My eyes cracked fully open to my room. The intricate design of the ceiling sharpened in my vision, the cold air caressing my bare upper body as the woman’s voice became louder. Christ… what happened last night? The last thing I remembered was tumbling down the stairs until I hit the floor… then… what? *Don’t wake up. Don’t leave me.* *Come on. I’ll take you home.* Of course, my chest tightened. Myles. I hallucinated so damn hard about him I could swear I smelled a whiff of his scent. Now, I was lying here alone, waitin
Break The Ice Locked Up
NICO At the top of the stairs, leaning against the balustrade, he watched it all happen—the organ in his chest clenching so hard it was painful. The pain intensified as he watched Tristan leaning into the Latino’s touch like he was life itself, like he was his own fucking breath. His grip around the boy’s ribs was so tight, Nico wished he’d press even harder and crush the brat. That touch... Nico stared down at his own hands—soft, without the fucking callouses—proof of how little he had held a gun in the past seven years. And now, Tristan flinched away from his touch. His touch... The sharp pain seared past his chest again. Yet, the way Tristan clung to Myles, even in that state… and yet, he flinched. He should have known. He came with Victor’s strength. Of course, he came with his weaknesses too—threefold, even more intense. Let it burn. Nico’s jaw clenched as he released his hold on the lit cigar. Let it all burn. It didn’t matter anymore. But a hand snatched past him
Break The Ice REAL
MYLES Throughout the journey back to the hospital, we rode in silence. Not once did the mayor turn to look at me—his focus fixed on the road outside the windshield—while mine remained on his back or outside the window. And suddenly, I felt it… shame. In the few hours I had stayed in Elysium, I knew more about my family and understood why Mum had kept it all a secret from me. I now understood why she’d been so concerned about how I moved, what I did. But all those times, I remembered it grating on my nerves; I remembered the scorn I felt each time she did nothing about Diego. I remembered thinking Father would have done a better job than her if he were around, but… it was her all along—the reason I was still alive.My sight blurred; I had pushed everyone away—everyone who was concerned for me, everyone who was after my well-being. And I was still doing it: moving alone, making stupid decisions. How would Mum have felt if I came out of Elysium missing two fingers, or if I never cam
