Chapitre 66: REGRETS OF THE PAST

Luciano tightened his grip around his mouth, his fingers pressing firmly against his lips as he held him in place. The sharp intensity of his emeralds bore into him, silently communicating the gravity of his command to not say a word. He resisted the instinctive urge to struggle, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Why did he need to remain silent?

When he leaned in closer to him, his breath hot against his ear, he spoke in a hushed tone, "Stay still," he commanded, "if you do not want to wound up mutilated."

Choosing to trust him, he nodded slowly, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. His hand remained firmly in place and he could almost feel the lines of his muscles from how close they were standing.