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Penulis: DiaryOfDaisy
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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 own, pushing it open.

The space was simple—wooden floors, a bed against the far wall, a desk, and a dresser. The window overlooked the small backyard, where a tall oak tree stood with its branches stretching toward the sky.

Ishaan stepped inside, running a hand along the dresser’s surface. “Perfect.”

Ashwin wasn’t sure why the word sent a shiver down his spine. Maybe it was the way Ishaan said it, like he wasn’t just talking about the room.

Ashwin leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as Ishaan walked further into the room. “I’ll give you time to decide. If you need—”

“I’ve already decided.” Ishaan’s voice was smooth, unwavering.

Ashwin raised a brow. “You haven’t even seen the bathroom.”

Ishaan chuckled, his gaze dropping briefly—lower than Ashwin liked. “I trust your taste.”

Ashwin cleared his throat, pushing off the doorframe. “Bathroom’s down the hall. It’s shared, so try not to take forever in there.”

Ishaan followed him out, eyes roaming over Ashwin’s body as they walked. The oversized shirt did nothing to hide the shape of him—long, toned legs, plush thighs, and those shorts that clung just right.

By the time they reached the hallway, Ishaan’s fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to touch. To press into the warmth of Ashwin’s skin.

Instead, he asked, “So, how long have you lived here?”

Ashwin hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “A while.”

“Grew up in this town?”

Ashwin’s fingers curled slightly. “Sort of.”

Ishaan caught the flicker of hesitation, the way Ashwin’s posture stiffened just a little. There was something guarded there, something untold.

“You don’t sound sure,” Ishaan noted, watching him carefully.

Ashwin exhaled, shaking his head. “I don’t remember much of my childhood. I was adopted by an older woman. She passed away a few years ago.”

Ishaan tilted his head. “That must have been hard.”

Ashwin didn’t answer right away. “It was. But she was good to me.”

There was a strange silence between them, something lingering in the air. Ishaan’s gaze softened, but there was still that intensity beneath it—the slow, deliberate way he watched Ashwin.

Ashwin leaned against the hallway wall, arms loosely crossed. “What about you? You know a lot about me already, but I don’t know a thing about you.”

Ishaan smirked, shifting his weight as his eyes dragged over Ashwin’s body again—lingering, slow and deliberate. His gaze followed the curve of Ashwin’s thighs, the hem of his shorts that hugged the soft swell of his ass. If Ashwin noticed, he didn’t react, but Ishaan’s pupils flickered between normal and slitted as he fought the urge to stare outright.

“There’s not much to know,” Ishaan finally said.

“Try me.”

Ishaan hummed, pretending to consider before he finally answered. “I moved from a very small village. Big families were common there. I was the firstborn out of eleven brothers.”

Ashwin blinked, his lips parting slightly. “Eleven?”

Ishaan nodded, amused by his reaction. “Our house was always loud. My mother—she was strong. Raising that many sons wasn’t easy, but she did it.”

Ashwin tilted his head, watching Ishaan’s expression. For a moment, it softened, like he was lost in a distant memory.

“And your father?”

Ishaan’s smirk returned. “Let’s just say, I take after him and yes, I had a lover."

"I didn't ask," Ashwin scoffed.

"But you were curious," Ishaan’s smile flickered slightly.

Ashwin hesitated before pressing, “What happened?”

There was a brief pause. Then Ishaan answered smoothly, “She left.”

Ashwin frowned. “Why?”

Ishaan’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in his voice. “Because I wasn’t enough for her.”

The answer unsettled Ashwin, though he wasn’t sure why. He opened his mouth—to ask what he meant, to say something, anything—but his phone suddenly rang, cutting through the moment like a knife.

A frown pulled at his brows. He pulled it out of his pocket, checking the caller ID.

Mount Haven Clinic.

The uneasy feeling from earlier crept back into his stomach.

Why would they be calling him this late?

He quickly answered. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end was urgent. “Ashwin? Why didn’t you come in for your checkup today?”

His body stiffened. “What? I—what do you mean? I was scheduled for tomorrow.”

“No, you were scheduled for today. You never called to cancel, and Dr. Hayes hasn’t been in either. We’ve been trying to reach him, but he’s not answering.”

Ashwin’s grip on the phone tightened. Hayden? Not answering?

That wasn’t like him.

A strange tension settled in his chest. “I—” His voice faltered. His fingers clenched around the phone. “I’ll call him. I’ll let you know if I reach him.”

He barely registered the voice on the other end saying goodbye before he hung up and immediately tried dialing Hayden’s number.

It rang. And rang.

And then—nothing.

No answer.

He tried again. Still nothing.

A cold feeling crept through his veins.

His fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through his contacts, calling anyone who might know where Hayden was.

Each call ended the same way.

No one had seen him. No one had heard from him.

His breath came faster. His pulse pounded.

And through it all, Ishaan stood there, watching him.

Not saying a word.

Not blinking.

Just watching.

Ashwin swallowed hard, realization beginning to dawn on him.

Something was wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

“Where the hell is he?” Ashwin whispered under his breath, pacing slightly as he redialed Hayden’s number for what felt like the tenth time. The call went straight to voicemail.

He tried sending a text.

Hayden, call me. Where are you?

Nothing.

His chest felt tight. The air in the room suddenly felt too thick.

Ishaan finally spoke, his voice low. “He’s missing?”

Ashwin glanced up at him, startled.

Ishaan’s expression was unreadable, but his gaze was steady. Calculating.

“I don’t know.” Ashwin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I mean, maybe he just—” He cut himself off. No. Hayden wouldn’t just disappear. He was responsible. Reliable. He wouldn’t just forget to come to work, and he sure as hell wouldn’t ignore his phone.

Ishaan took a slow step closer. “Maybe something happened to him.”

The words sent a shiver down Ashwin’s spine.

He knew Ishaan wasn’t wrong. The pit in his stomach was growing heavier by the second.

His mind reeled through possibilities, none of them good.

Car accident? No, the clinic would’ve known.

Sick? Maybe, but then why wasn’t he answering his phone?

Something else?

Something worse?

Ashwin’s throat went dry.

Ishaan tilted his head, studying him. His eyes flickered again—gray and piercing, then slitted and dark.

“You care for him.”

Ashwin barely registered the statement. His fingers clenched around his phone, his breathing unsteady.

Where the hell are you, Hayden?

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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   13

    Ashwin stirred his tea half-heartedly, the spoon clinking against the ceramic as he gazed out through the kitchen window. The morning was quiet, Mount Haven still wrapped in the soft embrace of dawn, but his mind was anything but peaceful.His thoughts twisted, tangled, pulled in directions he didn’t understand.Hayden was missing. That should have been the only thing on his mind. The investigation, the police, the whispers around town—it all should have consumed him. And yet, here he was, sitting at the kitchen table, fingers curled around his cup, unable to think about anything except—Ishaan.Ashwin exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against the cool rim of the mug.It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.He had known Ishaan for a handful of weeks—less than two months—but it felt like Ishaan had been there forever, like he had slotted himself into Ashwin’s life so seamlessly that Ashwin couldn’t tell where the intru

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  • Tangled In Scales   14

    Mount Haven’s market was a staple of small-town life, brimming with color, chatter, and the lingering scent of spiced bread. Ashwin found a sense of peace here—watching the townsfolk barter over fresh produce, admiring the handiwork of local artisans, and indulging in the occasional sweet treat.He sat on a rickety wooden chair outside a café, half-heartedly stirring his tea as he gazed through the kitchen window. But right now, his mind wasn’t on the market or the list of groceries he needed to buy. His thoughts were tangled—wrapped around something he couldn’t quite shake off.Or rather, someone.Ishaan.The man had only been in his life for a short while, but already, he was everywhere. In the spare room Ashwin had rented out. In the corners of his mind when he least expected it. In his dreams.Especially in his dreams.Ashwin sighed, his fingers tightening around his spoon. He told himself this was just an inconveni

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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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