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The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth. As he walked up the porch steps, he resisted the urge to glance back.

The sound of Ishaan’s car driving off was the only sign that he had finally left.

Ashwin unlocked the door, stepped inside, and let out a slow breath.

The house was still and quiet, just the way he liked it.

He barely had time to settle before his phone buzzed.

Hayden.

Hey, I heard about the storm. You okay?

Ashwin sighed, rubbing a hand through his damp hair.

Yeah, got caught in the rain, but I’m fine. Just tired.

The response came instantly.

Do you need anything?

Ashwin shook his head, smiling faintly. Hayden was always like this—warm, steady, thoughtful. It was a sharp contrast to the strange, lingering tension Ishaan seemed to carry wherever he went.

I’m good, promise. Let’s grab lunch tomorrow?

Okay. Get some rest.

Ashwin set the phone down and stretched. He needed sleep.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the dream started.

He was underwater.

The deep, endless blue surrounded him, wrapping around his body like silk. He felt weightless, suspended in the vast expanse, his breath strangely steady despite the liquid filling his lungs.

A shape moved in the distance.

Dark, coiling.

A massive serpent, its scales gleaming like polished obsidian.

It watched him.

Unblinking. Unmoving.

Then, just as suddenly, the water twisted—shifted.

The dream changed.

The serpent was gone.

And in its place stood Ishaan.

He was standing in the rain, his gray eyes darker than before, almost black, the slitted pupils narrowing as he gazed at Ashwin. He was close. Too close.

Ashwin tried to move, but his body wouldn’t respond. He could only watch as Ishaan reached out, fingers brushing against his wrist—

Ashwin jolted awake, heart hammering.

The room was dim, the faint morning light slipping through the blinds. He sat up, running a hand over his face.

Just a dream.

Just a—

Ashwin barely had a moment to process the dream before the sharp knock at his door pulled him back to reality.

He groaned into his pillow. Who the hell was knocking this early? Hayden wouldn’t come over unannounced, and he hadn’t ordered anything. Maybe it was one of his neighbors.

Dragging himself out of bed, he grabbed a hoodie and threw it on, still groggy. His mind was still half-stuck in the dream—in the water, in the storm, in the way Ishaan had looked at him.

Another knock.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the door. He yawned as he unlocked it, pulling it open without thinking.

The second he saw who was standing there, he instantly regretted not checking first.

Ishaan.

Standing on his porch, looking just as effortlessly put together as he had the night before.

Ashwin blinked at him, still half-asleep. “What—”

“I would have called instead of barging in on you,” Ishaan said, his voice smooth as ever, “but I don’t have your number.”

Ashwin’s brain stalled for a second. He hadn’t even fully registered that Ishaan was at his house before he was already offering logical explanations for his presence.

“What… are you doing here?” Ashwin asked, his voice thick with sleep.

Ishaan tilted his head slightly, eyes flickering over Ashwin’s face—then lower.

Ashwin was too drowsy to notice the way Ishaan’s gaze dragged down, over the loose hoodie barely hanging off his frame, down to the bare skin of his thighs just beneath the hem, lingering on the curve of his knee before finally snapping back up.

“I wanted to talk about the house,” Ishaan said simply.

Ashwin frowned. “House?”

Ishaan leaned against the doorframe. “You said you’d help me find a place.”

Right. Right. The rentals.

Ashwin sighed, stepping back. “Uh, yeah. Come in, I guess.”

Ishaan entered without hesitation, his presence filling the small entryway with something heavy—something palpable.

Ashwin was too distracted to notice the way Ishaan’s gaze roamed over his home, cataloging everything with an unreadable expression.

Instead, Ashwin grabbed his phone and started scrolling through the listings he had saved for an occasion like this. “Okay, so, there are a couple of places available near the café. One of them is a studio—not super big, but it’s decent. Then there’s an apartment complex not too far from here—”

“I’d rather stay here.”

The words were so casual that it took Ashwin a second to process them.

His fingers paused mid-scroll.

He looked up. “…What?”

Ishaan turned to him, his expression unreadable. “You have an extra room.”

Ashwin let out a short laugh. “Yeah. But I like my space.”

Ishaan didn’t blink. “And?”

“And I don’t rent my house to strangers.”

A pause.

Then, unexpectedly, Ishaan smiled.

It wasn’t a grin, wasn’t even particularly wide—but it was there. Faint, calculated, a slow curve of his lips that made something in Ashwin’s stomach tighten.

“But we’re not strangers anymore,” Ishaan said, voice low and smooth.

Ashwin scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, we’re not roommates, either.”

Ishaan didn’t respond right away. Instead, his gaze wandered again, scanning Ashwin’s home. His eyes trailed over the couch, the framed pictures on the wall, the pile of books stacked haphazardly on the coffee table.

And then—back to Ashwin.

He looked again, eyes raking over him in a way that was not casual.

This time, Ashwin noticed.

The way Ishaan’s gaze lingered on the exposed skin of his legs. The way it flickered up to his collarbone where his hoodie had slipped slightly off his shoulder.

Ashwin suddenly felt very aware of what he was wearing.

He cleared his throat, tugging his hoodie down as he turned back to his phone. “Look, I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure there are other places that’ll work.”

“I’d pay rent,” Ishaan said smoothly.

Ashwin glanced at him. “That’s not the point.”

Ishaan stepped closer. Not in an intimidating way, but just enough to feel closer. Just enough that Ashwin caught the faint scent of something clean and cold, like rain on pavement.

“It’s only temporary,” Ishaan continued. “A few months, at most.”

Ashwin exhaled slowly. “I barely know you.”

Ishaan’s lips twitched. “You could get to know me.”

Ashwin shot him a look. “That’s not helping your case.”

The silence stretched.

For a second, Ishaan looked at him like he was considering saying something else—something heavier, something deeper.

But then, just like that, he stepped back.

“If you change your mind, let me know.”

Ashwin exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Sure.”

Ishaan gave him one last look—one last lingering look—before turning toward the door.

Ashwin followed, barely processing the conversation they’d just had. He wasn’t entirely sure why Ishaan was so insistent on staying with him. There were other places. Better places.

But somehow, he had a feeling that Ishaan’s mind was already made up.

And Ashwin didn’t know if that was a good thing or a very, very bad one.

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    Ashwin adjusted the display of freshly baked pastries at Mount Haven Bookstore and Café, his fingers brushing against the warm surface of a croissant as he arranged them neatly on the counter. The smell of coffee, sugar, and aged books blended into a comforting atmosphere that made it one of his favorite places in the world. He had been working for a few hours now, the usual routine keeping him occupied. The café was moderately busy for a weekday morning, with a few locals reading by the windows and some chatting over their breakfast. He had barely glanced at his phone all morning, so when it vibrated in his pocket, he quickly pulled it out, expecting a text from Hayden confirming their lunch date. Instead, Hayden’s name flashed across the screen with an incoming call. Ashwin swiped to answer. “Hey, babe,” he greeted, wiping his hands on a napkin. “You calling to tell me you’re early? Because I wouldn’t mind sneaking out a few minutes ahead of schedule.” There was a pause, followe

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  • Tangled In Scales   6

    Ashwin wasn’t sure what made him finally agree, but here he was, standing in his small two-bedroom bungalow, leading Ishaan through the house while trying to ignore the heavy, heated gaze on his back.He had dressed comfortably, unaware he’d be giving someone a tour of his home—loose, oversized tee hanging off his shoulders and shorts that hugged his thighs in a way that made Ishaan’s attention linger far too long. It wasn’t just that Ishaan was looking. It was how he was looking.Every time Ashwin turned, Ishaan’s grey eyes flickered, shifting between their normal shade and something… different. Slitted. Like a predator watching prey.“This is the living room,” Ashwin said, motioning to the space with its deep brown leather couch and bookshelves lining the walls. “Kitchen’s through there.”Ishaan hummed, his voice low, deep, and appreciative. “Cozy.”Ashwin moved toward the hallway, leading Ishaan further inside. “Your room would be this one.” He gestured toward the door beside his o

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  • Tangled In Scales   7

    Ashwin hummed under his breath as he moved around the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head before reaching for a mug. Sunlight poured through the windows, painting the cozy space in a golden glow, while the scent of fresh coffee and vanilla filled the air. Everything was warm, peaceful—like something out of a dream.Because it was.“I hope you made enough for two,” a deep, rich voice drawled behind him.Before Ashwin could react, a firm grip encircled his waist, pulling him against an impossibly broad chest. Heat radiated from the body behind him, strong and grounding, and he felt the familiar press of lips against the curve of his neck.Ishaan.The man was a furnace—big, solid, and undeniably warm. At nearly 6’4”, he towered over Ashwin, his body sculpted from muscle, broad shoulders tapering into a defined waist and powerful thighs. His presence was overwhelming in the best way, his arms thick and dusted with dark hair, his voice low and teasing.Ashwin huffed but didn’t pul

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  • Tangled In Scales   8

    Ashwin hadn’t planned to go out today. Not when the town felt quieter than usual, not when his mind was plagued with thoughts of Hayden's sudden disappearance. But somehow, Ishaan had convinced him. With his smooth words and steady presence, he'd coaxed Ashwin into leaving the house, promising that a walk around town would help take his mind off things.“Come on,” Ishaan had said earlier that afternoon, standing by the front door with his arms crossed, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. “You need a distraction. Sitting inside won’t change anything.”Ashwin had hesitated at first, shifting on his feet. But he couldn’t deny that staying cooped up wasn’t helping, either. So now, here they were, walking through the streets of Mount Haven, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over the quiet town.They started at the town square, where Ashwin pointed out the small shops lining the cobbled streets. “That’s the bakery,” he said, nodding toward a warm-looking building with

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  • Tangled In Scales   9

    After finding the bodies at the lake, Ashwin did his best to keep his distance from Ishaan. It wasn’t that he suspected him, but something about Ishaan—his presence, his gaze, the way his body had felt against him in the water—had Ashwin on edge.He buried himself in work at Mount Haven Bookstore and Café, but it didn’t help when Ishaan walked in like he owned the place, ordering the same thing as always: black coffee and macarons.“I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” Ishaan mused, leaning lazily against the counter.Ashwin didn’t look at him. “I’ve just been busy.”“Busy ignoring me?” Ishaan teased, his voice smooth.Ashwin glared at him, but Ishaan only chuckled, his gray eyes gleaming in amusement. Then he did something unexpected—he reached out and fixed the collar of Ashwin’s shirt, his fingers brushing lightly against Ashwin’s skin. It was nothing, just a small touch, but it made heat coil in Ashwin’s stomach.And Ashwin couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest o

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  • Tangled In Scales   10

    The moon hung low over Mount Haven, its silver glow spilling over the landscape, casting eerie shadows between the trees. The night was thick with the hum of crickets, the rustle of unseen creatures, and the distant hoot of an owl. But none of it disturbed Ishaan as he moved through the dense woods, his bare feet silent against the damp earth.He had left the house quietly, ensuring Ashwin was deep in sleep before slipping into the trees. The cool night air wrapped around his heated skin, but he barely felt it. His mind was elsewhere—on the hunger that twisted deep in his gut, on the beast clawing beneath his skin.He reached the lake, the same one where he and Ashwin had swum earlier, though now it was quiet, undisturbed. The water was dark, its surface glassy and still, reflecting the night sky in shards of silver. Ishaan stood at the edge, his tall, broad frame bathed in moonlight. He let out a slow breath before shedding his clothes, the fabric falling away to reveal the powerful

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  • Tangled In Scales   11

    The weekend sun poured through the open window, spilling golden light across the hardwood floor. A soft breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of pine and fresh morning dew. Outside, birds called to one another from the thick trees surrounding the house, their chirping a pleasant backdrop to the stillness inside.Ashwin stood at the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, his body still warm from sleep. He rubbed a hand over his face and ruffled his dark curls, his boxers hanging loosely on his hips. It wasn’t like he was trying to be indecent—this was his home, after all.And yet, he felt it.The heavy, unrelenting weight of Ishaan’s gaze.It prickled against his bare skin, tracing the curve of his spine, the sharp lines of his shoulders, the dip of his waist. Ashwin didn’t need to turn around to know Ishaan was watching him.Appreciating him.Ignoring the heat creeping up his neck, Ashwin grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured his coffee. “You’re up early.”Behind him,

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  • Tangled In Scales   12

    Ashwin didn’t remember much about his earliest years—just flashes of movement and hushed voices. The memory that stuck, the one that always surfaced when he let his mind wander, was of the bus stop. The cracked pavement, the dull hum of traffic, the way his small hands gripped the edge of the bench as he sat there, waiting for someone who never came back.It was Hayden’s grandmother who found him. A kind woman with tired eyes and soft hands, she took one look at the abandoned boy and made a decision that changed both their lives. She raised Ashwin alongside Hayden, treating him as her own. And when Hayden lost his parents in a car crash, they became each other’s whole world—two boys with no one but each other, finding warmth in shared grief.But there were gaps in Ashwin’s memory, things that didn’t quite fit. Sometimes, when he thought too hard about that bus stop, the image wavered. Had he really been abandoned by a family of tourists, as Hayden’s grandmother always assumed? Or was

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  • Tangled In Scales   104

    Ohas was building something again. Not a home, not a sanctuary—no, right now, he was building Hayden’s pleasure, dragging him deeper and deeper into a haze of unbearable bliss.His mouth was wrapped around Hayden’s length, warm and slick, his forked tongue curling, teasing, pressing in all the right places. He was thorough, like he had all the time in the world, savoring every inch of Hayden like he was something precious, something worth worshipping.The wet slide of Ohas’ mouth was maddening, slow and indulgent, his lips sealing tight around him as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back only to tease the head with delicate flicks of his tongue. His hands—large, warm, possessive—held Hayden’s hips still against the furs, preventing him from moving, from thrusting up into that sinful heat.Hayden’s breath came in ragged pants, his body trembling as pleasure coiled hot and tight in his stomach. "Ohas," he gasped, voice break

  • Tangled In Scales   103

    The air in Kal’Raksha felt different today—charged with something Hayden couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was the weight of Ohas’ presence beside him, the curious gazes of the Kaur clan, or the realization that he was now one of them.A human among Nagas.Hayden wasn’t sure what he expected. Outrage? Resistance? Rejection? Instead, there was a quiet sort of acceptance. A wariness, yes, but also something else—gratitude.Because Ohas was changing.They had seen him teeter on the edge of madness, a beast barely holding itself together. But now? Now, he was stable.And they all knew who to thank.Hayden.That realization sat heavy in his chest as he moved through the clan’s territory.Because Hayden wasn’t just any human to them. He was Ohas’ mate.And that meant everything.Ohas hadn’t prepared him for the sheer scale of the clan. The lands stretched far and wide, golden savanna grasses sw

  • Tangled In Scales   102

    Hayden sat stiffly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Ohas’ confession still echoing in his head."I have accepted my fate.""If you ever get your hands on the pendant, I won’t stop you."His fingers curled into the sheets.He should have felt relieved. This should have been easy. Ohas was giving him an out—offering him the choice to end it all.And yet...He didn’t want to.Hayden squeezed his eyes shut, frustration rolling through him.He couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the way Ohas had looked at him—raw and unguarded. Maybe it was the quiet resignation in his voice, the way he had spoken about himself as though he had never once believed he could be saved.Maybe it was something worse.Something primal.Hayden’s pulse jumped at the thought, his body flushing with heat that had nothing to do with the thick Kal’Raksha air.Because the

  • Tangled In Scales   101

    Ohas sat up slowly, the dim firelight casting long, wavering shadows over his scarred back. The thick, jagged mark that ran down his spine was a cruel testament to his past—a wound that had never truly healed, no matter how many years had passed.His hazel eyes, fractured and haunted, stared into the flames, his breath slow and measured, as if gathering the courage to speak."Before all of this," Ohas finally said, his voice low, rough, like something dragging over broken glass, "I was the eldest of twenty-two siblings."The weight of the words hung heavy in the air.Hayden’s breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t speak. He just listened, sensing that whatever Ohas was about to say wasn’t meant to be interrupted.Ohas exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face, his fingers lingering against his temple, as if trying to hold himself together.The outskirts of Kal'Raksha had always been dangerous, even for Nagas. His parents ha

  • Tangled In Scales   100

    Hayden took a slow bite, chewing thoughtfully. Ohas’ gaze was heavy on him, burning into his skin, and for some reason, it made him restless.“You’re staring again,” Hayden muttered.Ohas didn’t deny it. His tail twitched behind him, a slow, deliberate movement.“You’re eating,” he said softly. “That’s good.”Hayden scoffed. “Would you rather I starve?”Ohas went quiet. His expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his eyes.Hayden swallowed, unease curling in his gut. Ohas had always been a storm—violent, unpredictable, something that tore through Hayden’s life and left nothing but destruction in its wake. But now… now he was something else. Softer. Almost hesitant.He should have fought against it—should have pushed back, should have resisted. But Ohas was warm at night, and Hayden had been cold for far too long.That terrified him more than anything."We're going back," Ohas

  • Tangled In Scales   99

    The air was cold.A crisp, biting chill that clung to Hayden’s skin despite the heavy fur coat draped over his shoulders. He lay on his side atop the thick bedding of furs, his body aching in a way that left his limbs heavy, his mind foggy with exhaustion. His breath curled in soft puffs of white, vanishing into the frigid night as he stared at the sky above him.The three moons of Kal’Raksha hung in perfect alignment—red, blue, and white. Their glow bathed the frozen land in an eerie, dreamlike light, painting the snow in hues of violet and silver. The sight was breathtaking, otherworldly, and for a fleeting moment, Hayden allowed himself to simply exist beneath their gaze.And then—A shift in the air.A presence behind him.Heat.Ohas.Hayden barely had time to react before a strong, familiar arm wrapped around his waist, dragging him back against a solid, burning-hot chest.

  • Tangled In Scales   98

    It started subtly.At first, Ishaan barely noticed anything—Ashwin was always meticulous, always particular about his comfort. But then, little things began to shift.Ashwin’s appetite waned. He’d push food around on his plate, eat a few bites, then shove it aside with a wrinkle of his nose. When Ishaan brought it up, Ashwin snapped at him. "Maybe I just don’t want to eat, Ishaan. Stop hovering."That was new.Then came the restlessness.Ashwin was always moving, slithering from one room to the next, muttering about how the air felt too dry, how the furs on their bed were too rough, how everything was just wrong. More than once, Ishaan caught him standing by the bathing pools, dipping his fingers into the water with a pensive frown, as if debating whether to submerge himself for hours.And the nest—gods, the nest.Ishaan had seen brooding behavior before. He had watched females obsess over their nests

  • Tangled In Scales   97

    The hut was warm, carrying the faint scent of burnt herbs and whatever incense Ishaan had lit the night before. Ashwin was sprawled out on the bed like a discarded offering, his green tail stretched lazily across the soft nest of blankets, still sluggish from—well, from being absolutely ruined.Unfortunately for him, he was not alone.Two other tails—one a deep, shimmery purple, the other a bright, fire-kissed orange—were tangled up with his own. Kire and Oti, his so-called friends, were on either side of him, watching him like he was the funniest thing they’d ever seen.And judging by their barely contained laughter, he probably was.Oti let out a loud, dramatic sigh, dragging a single finger down one of the many bite marks on his shoulder. “Ishaan is a menace,” she announced as if she had just made the greatest discovery known to Naga-kind.Kire, who had been admiring a particularly dark bruise on Ashwin’s thigh, sno

  • Tangled In Scales   96

    The hut was alive with the soft giggles and hissing whispers of the twins. Koa and Kai tumbled across the fur-draped mattress, their small tails tangling as they rolled, shrieking when they landed in a pile of twisted limbs and scales.Imara, ever the composed one, sat primly at the edge of the bed, watching them with mild exasperation. She reached for a discarded pillow and tossed it at them with precise aim.Their hushed laughter filled the chamber, but beyond the walls, the night was anything but quiet.Steam curled in thick, lazy tendrils, perfumed with crushed herbs and the faint mineral scent of heated water.Droplets clung to the stone walls, catching the flickering torchlight, their glow casting shifting shadows over smooth surfaces and damp, glistening scales.The water sloshed gently, the only sound breaking the heavy silence—save for the quiet, breathless gasps that escaped Ashwin’s lips.Ishaan was relentles

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