C14 Aiden is caught between them, not wanting to reveal his true status

The first thing Aiden registered when he woke up was heat—oppressive and unfamiliar. Sheets tangled around his bare legs, and the air carried the thick scent of expensive cologne and something else more primal. For a brief, sweet second, he forgot everything. But then the weight of two obsessions, their war for his soul and body, pressed on his chest like gravity.

He sat up slowly, the ache in his muscles betraying last night’s intensity. Damien’s possessive touches, Lucien’s burning gaze—it all hit him at once. His fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket.

Two worlds. Two Enigmas. Two predators who had decided he was theirs.

A knock at the door made his pulse spike. "Aiden?" Lucien. Smooth, velvety, dangerous.

Aiden didn’t answer right away. He tugged on the silk robe he found folded neatly beside the bed and approached the door. When he opened it, Lucien stood there in a black turtleneck and tailored slacks, looking like temptation forged in flesh. His eyes raked over Aiden’s body like a slow caress.

"I brought you breakfast," Lucien said, voice low and suggestive. He pushed in past Aiden without waiting for permission, the tray held in one hand, his other brushing Aiden’s waist.

"You didn’t have to—"

Lucien set the tray down on the table and turned, pinning Aiden against the wall with nothing but presence. "I want to. Let me spoil you, Aiden. You deserve everything."

Aiden swallowed. "I’m not used to this."

Lucien leaned in, brushing his lips along Aiden’s jaw. "Then let me make it a habit."

Just as Lucien was about to kiss him again, a loud knock crashed through the moment. Aiden stiffened.

"Open the door, Lucien. Now." Damien’s voice was a growl, deep and vibrating through the walls.

Lucien smiled against Aiden’s cheek. "Looks like the tiger’s awake."

Aiden pushed him back, heart hammering. "Please, don’t—"

Lucien opened the door with theatrical calm. Damien stood there in a dark trench coat, eyes blazing.

"You bastard," Damien said. "You touched him."

"So did you," Lucien replied, voice razor-sharp.

They stood like that—two storms clashing in the frame of the door—until Aiden stepped between them. "Stop it! I’m not some prize to be fought over."

Damien’s eyes softened slightly. Lucien, however, tilted his head.

"You’re right," he said. "You’re not a prize. You’re everything."

Damien stepped closer. "And everything worth having is worth bleeding for."

Before Aiden could speak, Lucien moved. Fast. A hand behind Aiden’s head, lips claiming his mouth. The kiss was hard, desperate. Aiden barely registered the moan that escaped him before Damien pulled Lucien back and shoved him.

"You don’t get to decide—"

Aiden grabbed Damien’s arm, trying to calm him, but Damien turned and kissed him too—fierce and possessive. When they finally broke apart, Aiden’s breath came in ragged gasps.

Both men stared at him. He was the eye of their storm.

"You don’t even know who I really am," Aiden whispered.

Lucien stepped forward. "We know enough."

Damien added, "And we’ll find out the rest. Together."

Their hands reached for him, and Aiden let himself fall into the fire. For just this moment, he didn’t care about secrets or consequences. All that mattered was their heat, their hunger.

They led him back to the bed.

Their mouths explored him like sacred ground. Every touch, every bite, every groan felt like they were trying to imprint themselves into his soul. Aiden was overwhelmed, yet electrified. And still, somewhere inside, he was terrified.

Because love from men like Lucien and Damien wasn’t just intense. It was obsession. And he was at the center of it.

The chapter ends with Aiden, tangled between both bodies, gazing up at the ceiling. One thought swirled in his mind: How long can I keep the truth from them? And when it comes out—will they still love me? Or destroy me?