Iseul leaned into Damian’s kiss, still able to taste his blood lingering there. Why, he wondered, did they wait so long to give in to these feelings? They’ve so clearly been just under the surface for so long… And now they’re both caught up in the current of those feelings rushing through the broken dam. Drowning in them.

“Of course,” he sighed, content with Damian’s answer. He’ll have to make sure at least some part of the house was completely safe for Damian’s days. It wouldn’t be hard given Iseul’s fondness for heavy window treatments, but he refused to take risks. “You’ll be safe here.”