For as long as he can remember, Ashwin Lockwood has been haunted by dreams—dark waters, silver eyes, a whisper of something lurking just beneath the surface. But dreams are just dreams… until his boyfriend, Dr. Hayden Hayes, vanishes without a trace. Mount Haven is the kind of town where people don’t just disappear. And yet, they are. Then comes Ishaan Arthava—a stranger too mesmerizing to ignore who offers to help Ashwin search for Hayden. Ishaan always there, always watching. Too close. Too familiar. And when he says Ashwin’s name, it feels like a memory he can’t reach. And then the bodies start appearing. The deeper Ashwin is drawn into Ishaan’s orbit, the more his reality fractures. His world—his past, his future, his very identity—is slipping through his fingers like water. Sweet, steady Hayden. Deadly, intoxicating Ishaan. One is missing. One is inevitable. One holds his heart. The other holds his fate. But some bonds are too strong to break. And Ashwin’s destiny with Ishaan? It was never a choice. WARNING: 18+ , Hints of Omegaverse. THREAD CAREFULLY.
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Ashwin found himself standing in the middle of a vast, misty landscape. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and wet stone. The light was soft, muted—like the world had been swallowed up by the fog. But the strangest part was the water. Everywhere. It surrounded him, rushing through rivers, cascading over jagged rocks in waterfalls, pooling in dark lakes that seemed to stretch on forever. The mist rolled across the surfaces like a living thing, curling around his ankles, making it feel as though the land and the water were one. He could hear the distant sound of rushing currents, the soft splash of water hitting stone, but it wasn’t the peaceful sound it should have been. There was an undercurrent to it—something wild, something dangerous, as if the water itself was alive, restless, calling out to him. And then, the figure appeared. Ashwin’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw him for the first time. A silhouette at first, standing tall and strong in the mist. The man’s body was sinuous, his dark scales shimmering in the dim light as he moved through the water with fluid grace. His tail—long, sleek, and powerful—slithered through the water, dark as the night sky, a deep, midnight blue that seemed to glisten with its own inner light. Ashwin’s chest tightened, his heart picking up speed. There was something familiar about the figure—something that stirred a deep, forgotten part of him. The pull he felt was magnetic, like a gravitational force he couldn’t escape, no matter how hard he tried. It was as if his very soul recognized this stranger, as if he had always known him. As if he had been waiting for him. The man stepped closer, his eyes—sharp, predatory—meeting Ashwin’s gaze. There was an intensity in his eyes that spoke of ancient power, of secrets buried deep. And when he spoke, his voice was rich, deep, and unearthly, like the rumble of distant thunder. “Ayaan,” the man said, his voice a whisper that echoed in the mist, carrying with it a strange reverence. Ashwin froze. Ayaan. The name felt foreign, but it also felt… right. Like it belonged to him. Like it was meant for him, but he couldn’t remember why. The way the man spoke it—like it was something sacred, something that only he could utter—made Ashwin’s heart race. His mouth parted, but no words came out. The man’s lips curled into a small smile, and in that moment, Ashwin felt a rush of longing, something so deep and primal that it made his breath catch. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t even know this man, but in that moment, he felt more connected to him than anyone he had ever known. “Ayaan,” the man repeated, his tone darker now, more possessive, almost pleading. “You belong with me. Come back.” Before Ashwin could speak, before he could even process what was happening, the ground beneath him began to tremble. The mist swirled around them, the water churning violently. The once peaceful landscape shifted into chaos, the air thickening, the atmosphere heavy with a tension Ashwin couldn’t explain. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the vision shattered. The water, the man, the entire world disappeared in a swirl of mist, and Ashwin was left standing in a void, the silence deafening. His heart pounded, his mind a whirl of confusion. Ayaan? Why had the man called him that? What did it mean? He felt the name resonate deep inside him, like a part of him was waking up, something buried deep within that he had never been able to grasp before. But just as he tried to reach for the answers, everything went black. Ashwin jolted awake, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. The familiar comfort of his bed greeted him, but the remnants of the dream lingered, the images swirling in his mind like smoke. His skin was cold, his body trembling slightly as he tried to ground himself in reality. The sheets beneath him felt foreign, too soft, too warm in contrast to the icy chill of the dream. He rolled over onto his side, his eyes fluttering open, and saw Hayden beside him. His boyfriend, his anchor in the storm. Hayden’s deep brown hair was messy from sleep, and his chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, peaceful in contrast to Ashwin’s frayed nerves. The gentle warmth of Hayden’s body against his own grounded him, but the echoes of the dream—the name, the man, the strange pull—refused to let go. “Hey…” Hayden mumbled sleepily, his hand reaching out, brushing the hair from Ashwin’s forehead. His touch was soft, warm, soothing, and it helped Ashwin’s breathing return to normal. “Bad dream?” Ashwin nodded, a small, hesitant smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I guess,” he muttered. He didn’t know how to explain it—how could he? He didn’t even understand it himself. The dream had felt so real, so vivid. And the man, the Naga… he wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. There was something about him, something that Ashwin couldn’t shake. “Do you want to talk about it?” Hayden’s voice was gentle, full of concern. He turned toward Ashwin, pulling him close into his arms, his warmth a comfort Ashwin always sought after long days. Ashwin closed his eyes, trying to push the remnants of the dream away. He didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about Ayaan, the name that didn’t belong to him, the strange, intoxicating feeling the dream had left behind. “I’ll be fine,” Ashwin said softly, burying his face in Hayden’s chest. He could feel the steady beat of Hayden’s heart beneath his ear. “It’s just a dream. Nothing to worry about.” Hayden didn’t press him further, instead brushing his fingers through Ashwin’s hair, offering him the comfort he needed without question. But Ashwin couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was happening, something beyond just a strange dream. He closed his eyes, trying to forget, trying to calm the storm inside him. But in the back of his mind, the name echoed, as real and insistent as it had been in the dream. Ayaan. And for the first time in his life, Ashwin wasn’t sure who he was anymore. As the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room, Ashwin woke up again, this time for real. But the feeling remained. The dream had faded, but the name—Ayaan—lingered, a whisper in the back of his mind. It felt like a secret he wasn’t meant to know, a truth he wasn’t ready to face. And as he lay there, listening to the sound of Hayden’s breathing, the questions swirled around in his mind like the mist in his dream. Who was Ayaan? Why had the man in his dream said it like it meant something? And why did it feel so real? Ashwin wasn’t sure of the answers yet. But he knew, deep down, that his life was about to change. That everything he thought he knew about himself—and the world around him—was about to be turned upside down. And the man with the dark blue tail was only the beginning.The clinic was silent, but the tension inside those dimly lit rooms was anything but.Ashwin barely had time to catch his breath before Ishaan’s hand tightened around his throat again, just enough to remind him—this wasn’t a game he was going to win. Ishaan’s grip was firm, possessive, his other arm still wrapped around Ashwin’s waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted.“You like that, little snake?” Ishaan rasped against the shell of his ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.Ashwin trembled, his fingers curling around the cool sheets of the hospital bed, desperate for something to hold onto. His body was caught between the unrelenting heat of Ishaan behind him and the cold air brushing over his skin, an unbearable contrast that made him shudder.Ishaan’s hand drifted lower, skimming over Ashwin’s stomach before gripping his hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, amusement laced in his voice. “I haven’t even started yet.”Ashwin bit his lip,
The clinic had long since settled into a comfortable hush. The fluorescent lights hummed faintly, casting sterile glows on linoleum floors. The rhythmic beeping of heart monitors, the occasional rustle of papers at the nurses’ station, and the distant murmur of a late-night television in the waiting room were the only reminders that life continued beyond these walls.But inside Room 17, the world had narrowed to the two of them.Hayden stood at the edge of the hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest, his white coat unbuttoned and slightly rumpled from the long shift. His dark eyes were sharp, calculating, yet threaded with something dangerously close to amusement.“You’re not dying,” he stated, voice flat.Ohas, lounging against the pillows, tousled curls framing his face in careless disarray, pouted like a petulant prince. His golden-honey eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, half-lidded in mock distress.“But I could be,” he countered, pressing a hand over his chest with theatric
The clinic smelled like antiseptic, faint traces of lavender from the recently cleaned floors mixing with the sterile scent of medicine. It was a familiar scent, one Hayden barely noticed anymore.The night shift was slower than usual, leaving the halls eerily quiet, the fluorescent lights casting cold, clinical glows along the polished floors.Outside, the city hummed with life, but inside, time felt still, the silence broken only by the occasional beeping of a heart monitor or the hushed voices of nurses making their rounds.Hayden moved through the hallways at a steady, unhurried pace, clipboard in hand, while Ashwin trailed behind him, scribbling down notes with the practiced ease of someone used to his older brother’s rhythm.“You’re slowing me down,” Hayden teased, glancing over his shoulder.Ashwin shot him a flat look. “I’m writing everything down so you don’t forget.”Hayden smirked. “That’s what nurses are for, huh?”Ashwin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. They both knew Ha
Amira's entire body locked up. She could handle a scolding. She could handle Ishaan's wrath. But Dhruv? Her father would lock her up. Her heart pounded as Ishaan pressed further, his voice a dangerous hiss. "You know what he'll do, don’t you?" he hissed. "You won’t see the outside again without his permission. He’ll make sure you never slither a single inch past the borders unless he allows it." Amira's throat went dry. Ishaan wasn't bluffing. She knew her father’s overprotectiveness was nothing short of suffocating. If he found out she'd been sneaking around with Imara—if he even suspected she was involved in something reckless—he would lock her up. Panic surged through her. "Uncle, please," Amira whispered, gripping her arms. "I swear it wasn’t like that. I just... I was just making sure Imara was okay." Ishaan exhaled sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring. "You are just as reckless as she is," he snapped. "If you value your freedom, Amira, you will stay out
Shadows stretched long and deep as he and his brothers, Rakesh and Arora, stepped past the towering stone archway marking their home.The courtyard was alive with movement—eight younger siblings darting around, their laughter bouncing off the walls like echoes of a time when the triplets had been just as carefree.The youngest two had somehow clambered onto their father’s thick, coiled tail, giggling as Ohas lazily let them swing back and forth. Their mother, Hayden, sat nearby, sharp eyes flickering over them, his gaze like a predator’s waiting for the right moment to strike.Irvin had barely taken three steps before Hayden’s head snapped toward him, his pupils narrowing.“Irvin.”That was it. Just his name. And yet, it sent an entire chill down his spine.Rakesh and Arora immediately took a single step back, clearly knowing what was coming. Hayden lifted a finger, curling it in a slow, beckoning motion. “Com
The moons hung high in the sky, casting mixed hues over the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves as Imara slithered through the shadows, her long, pale hair shimmering like silk against the deep green of the foliage.She knew he was near before she even saw him.A strong arm shot out from the darkness, wrapping around her waist and pulling her against a warm, solid chest. Imara gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the hard muscle beneath her palms.“You’re late,” Irvin murmured, his voice rich and low, vibrating through her.She huffed, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, the moonlight catching the sharp planes of his face, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. His hair, usually tied back, was loose in places, strands framing his angular jaw.“I had to be careful,” she whispered, though her pulse quickened from more than just the secrecy
Five years later...The sun hung low over the courtyard, casting golden light over the lush garden. The once-pristine flower beds were now in ruins, trampled by three mischievous little troublemakers who slithered around, their dark, mamba-like tails blending into the foliage.Their giggles filled the air as they played, completely unbothered by the destruction they left in their wake—until a sharp voice rang out."Get out of my garden!"The triplets froze, exchanging wide-eyed glances.“Uh-oh. Papa is angry,” one of them whispered.Without hesitation, all three turned and bolted, their little tails dragging leaves and dirt behind them as they raced toward the house.A moment later, Hayden slithered out, his movements fluid and graceful despite his irritation. His hair was pulled into a loose man bun, but a few strands framed his sharp features, sticking slightly to his forehead from the heat of the e
Ohas' golden-hazel eyes shone with an intensity that had never been there before. It was almost a year later and the sickness that had once drained him of his strength, his will, his very life, had vanished. His skin was warm again, no longer cold and brittle, no longer laced with the veins of the curse that had once gripped him. He was whole. He was alive.And right now, he was watching Hayden move above him, his gaze locked onto the way his mate's sweat-slicked body trembled with every bounce.The sight was mesmerizing—Hayden, flushed and radiant, his long hair clinging to his back and chest in damp waves, eyes hooded and lips parted as he panted. Every movement sent a rush of pleasure between them, a slow, teasing drag of heat that had Ohas gripping Hayden’s hips with reverence.He was healing well, but Hayden still insisted he drink the disgusting bitter concoctions he had prepared. Ohas had refused—until his cunning mate
A deep, gasping breath tore through Ohas’ lungs as he jolted awake. His body trembled violently, his tail—once blackened and rotten with the curse—striking against the frozen ground. But something was wrong.The pain that had been his constant companion for years was… gone.His mind reeled, trying to grasp the agony that had shaped him, the sickness that had made his every moment unbearable. But there was nothing. No burning under his skin, no black veins creeping through his flesh, no suffocating weight pressing on his chest. Instead, there was only exhaustion, a hollowness that left him gasping for air.His vision swam as he tried to adjust to the blinding reflection of the glaciers. Ice walls towered around him, jagged and pristine, no longer a prison but a reminder of what had just happened. He blinked rapidly, his pulse hammering—Hayden.His body reacted before his mind could fully register the sight. H
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