Adrian Kael
I walk toward the warden’s office. Now that I’ve revealed myself, I no
longer need to ask permission or depend on guards to escort me. I enter without knocking, throwing the door open all at once and
catching him by surprise.
“M–Mr. Kael… How can I help you?” He asks nervously, trying to hide
the tremor in his hands as he straightens his tie.
“Call my father,” I order, approaching the desk with slow steps.
He doesn’t question me. He grabs his cell phone quickly, without
needing another command, and dials my father’s number. As soon as
the call is answered, he hands the device to me with trembling
fingers.
“Father,” I say, leaning against the warden’s desk.
“Hey, son. What do you need? Has the cargo not arrived yet?” he asks
in a casual tone.
“Not yet. Must be because of the weather. But I need another favor…
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one of your best. The problem I came to solve has been settled,” I say,
a smile spreading as I remember that Magnus finally accepted me.
“Really? Does that mean I can have you pulled out of there already?”
The hope in his voice almost sounds pathetic.
“No,” I answer firmly. “What I want you to do is this…”
I describe the plan calmly, every detail measured. On the other end of
the line, a long sigh announces his surprise.
“That’s going to be complicated to get. All this for the guy you love?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. “You know I’d do anything for him.
He’s mine, Father. My god, my religion, my entire universe. And now
he’s accepted me. This is the best gift I can give. Consider it an early
wedding present.”
Silence. My father lets out a slow sigh.
“Wedding?”
“Of course. He’s going to love me to the point that we’re going to get
married. Now, do what I’m asking.” My tone leaves no room for
disagreement.
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“Right. I’ll do what I can. In a week or two, your… wedding present
will arrive.”
One or two weeks? The blood boils in my veins.
“A week? Two?” My voice takes on a sweet tone, but one loaded with
threat. “Father… I want it in two days. You have helicopters, contacts,
and money. So do it. I don’t care how much it costs.”
On the other end of the line, the silence is heavy. I can almost see his
expression—that mix of fear and exasperation that always appears
when he realizes I’m not going to back down.
“Adrian, that’s… complicated,” he begins, hesitant.
“I don’t care if it’s complicated.” I cut him off firmly, my tone almost a
snarl. “We’re talking about my Magnus. I want that gift at his feet in
two days. That is my order.”
He sighs deeply, defeated, and I know he is surrendering.
“Fine. In two days, the gift arrives.”
My smile opens even wider–warm, cruel, satisfied.
“Excellent. Thank you, Father.” I hang up before he can try to argue
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again.
I hand the phone back to the warden. His hand is shaking so much he
almost drops the device. His nervousness is delicious. He clears his
throat to get my attention.
“I will prepare the room for when the… the gift arrives.” His voice
wavers, betraying his hesitation.
My smile grows even more, and he instinctively recoils.
“Excellent, Warden. My father did a fine job of bribing you. If you
keep this up, I might ask him to increase the bribe.” His eyes glint
with childish expectation.
“Thank you, Mr. Kael,” he ventures a nervous smile.
This pulls a low laugh from me.
“Don’t call me that. I’m only twenty–two.”
He furrows his brow, confused.
“Wasn’t it twenty–four?”
I stare at him coldly.
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“My Magnus likes me being twenty–two. So, I am twenty–two years
old.”
He swallows hard.
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, I’m going back to my god. See you later, Warden.”
I leave the room with firm steps, feeling my heart accelerate. My
“wedding present” is already taking shape in my mind. Every detail.
Every reaction of Magnus’s.
I can’t wait to see his expression when I give it to him.
I walk back to the cell peacefully, though the anxiety for the gift I
prepared pulses inside me. As soon as I enter, a fond smile escapes.
me upon seeing him sleeping. His breathing is light, peaceful, and
almost childlike.
I lock the cell with a soft click and approach the bed slowly. I lie down
beside him carefully, facing him, just to better observe every feature
of his face.
My hand slides across his cheek affectionately, then down his neck,
returning to his face like someone tracing a sacred outline. I lean in
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and press a kiss to his forehead before pulling the sheet up to cover
him.
“Sleep well, my love,” I whisper near his ear, placing a soft kiss on his
forehead and another on his soft hair.
I close my eyes, and, inevitably, the memory of the first day I saw
Magnus strikes me like a bolt of lightning.
I was working at a diner, even though I was the son of the richest man
in the United States. I didn’t like being one hundred percent
dependent on my father–that insufferable old man, always breathing
down my neck.
That’s why I took the job.
It was there that destiny walked through the door: Magnus.
His expression was serious and cold, as if he carried the weight of an
invisible empire. A white tank top molded to his scarred body, and his
leather jacket hung over his broad shoulders like a profane crown.
The air seemed to shift the moment he crossed the room.
So sexy.
He was hot as hell.
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When I approached to take his order, he didn’t give me so much as a glance. He simply said, in that deep, gravelly voice, “Burger, fries, and
a drink.” Simple. But that voice… ah, that voice was music. Every syllable seemed crafted to ensnare me–addictive, hypnotic.
In that instant, my heart raced like never before. My eyes couldn’t
break away: his massive hands, his strong arms covered in tattoos
that crawled up his shoulders like art designed to provoke me.
He had no idea, but he already possessed me.
That was when I understood. I needed him. Not as a customer, not as
an acquaintance… but as a part of me. My god, my king, my eternal
addiction.
I open my eyes again, returning to the present. A slow, dark smile
spreads across my lips as I stare at his sleeping face.
“Now I finally have you… and you have finally opened your heart to
- me. I promise to make you happy, my love.”
I close my eyes once more, letting myself be lulled by the scent of his
body and the warmth radiating from him.
I fall asleep peacefully, as if all the chaos in the world had vanished
outside those bars.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
