Elysia
veil

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Elysia Veil was not always the name she bore. Abandoned as a child on the outskirts of the Golmore Jungle, she was left with no memories of her origins or family. The Viera tribes, known for their reclusive and protective nature, had no place for a child born under such mysterious and dubious circumstances. Thus, she was left to the mercies of the wild, a fate that would have spelled the end for many. Yet, even as an infant, there was a quiet resilience about her, a will to survive.She was discovered by a wandering troupe of performers who roamed the lands of Eorzea, a motley collection of artists, dancers, and bards. They found her amidst the underbrush, eyes wide and haunted, yet piercing with an otherworldly grace. They took her in, naming her Elysia—a name meaning "from the Elysian Fields," a nod to the place of peace and rest they hoped she might find within their care. Veil was the surname she later chose for herself, a constant reminder of the mystery shrouding her past.Growing up with the troupe, Elysia found solace and purpose in the art of dance. It was more than just a performance to her; it was an expression of the sorrow, longing, and unspoken words that had filled her since the day she was abandoned. Her movements were both haunting and beautiful, a dance that told stories of love, loss, and the delicate balance between light and shadow.She honed her skills as a dancer, mastering not just the elegance of the art but also the deadly precision it could bring in battle. The grace with which she moved was deceptive; behind every elegant flourish was the power of a poised warrior, ready to strike with lethal accuracy. Elysia became a dancer not just on the stage but also on the battlefield, where her fans and chakrams spun through the air, slicing through enemies with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural.Elysia’s chosen name became synonymous with mystery and beauty, but it was her presence that set her apart. Draped in dark, flowing attire, adorned with silver and onyx, she exuded an aura of melancholy. Her eyes, a deep black, seemed to hold the weight of countless unspoken sorrows. For Elysia, every dance was a ritual, a way to commune with the shadows of her past and the void left by the family she never knew. Her movements were a lament, an ongoing search for the truth of her origins.Yet, despite her tragic past, she found strength in her isolation. The absence of a known family allowed her to forge her own identity, to be whoever she wished to be. She chose the darkness not out of despair but as a cloak of empowerment. Elysia Veil, the name she fashioned for herself, became her armor—a testament to her survival and the elegant warrior she had become. Through every dance, every battle, she carved out her place in the world, a lone figure of grace and enigma, always seeking yet never lost.

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chapter 1

The pulse of the music throbbed through the walls of Club Lewd, deep bass notes shaking the floors as lights flashed in rhythmic bursts.Elysia Veil had been here a hundred times before, draped in black lace and layers of silver chains, her gothic aesthetic a striking contrast against the club’s sultry pink glow. She sipped her drink, idly watching the dancers on the floor while Petty, ever the matchmaker, sidled up next to her with an all-too-knowing grin.“You look bored,” Petty purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“I’m working,” Elysia corrected smoothly, swirling her drink before taking a slow sip. “Watching. Scouting. You know how it is.”Petty smirked. “Uh-huh. Then why aren’t you working that absolute prime bunboy on the dancefloor?”She gestured toward the crowd, where a tall Viera with stark white hair moved effortlessly to the beat. His sharp features were illuminated by the shifting club lights, his kind smile contrasting with the way his body moved with natural rhythm. Even from a distance, his presence was magnetic.Elysia’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Oh, he’s VIP material,” she mused. “I could sell him the whole package.”“Then go do it,” Petty challenged, nudging her forward.Elysia didn’t need much convincing. She set her drink down and sauntered onto the dancefloor, heels clicking with deliberate confidence. Slipping seamlessly into the throng of bodies, she found herself beside him, brushing against him just enough to make him notice.“Well, well,” she purred, her bright eyes locking onto his. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. A shame, really.”The Viera’s ears twitched slightly at her touch, his gaze flicking over her with intrigue as he adjusted his stance to match hers. “Second time, actually,” he admitted, his voice rich and smooth. “But you weren’t here last time.”Elysia arched a brow, intrigued. “Oh? And you still came back? Must’ve made quite the impression.”Haz chuckled, clearly entertained. “The place has its charms.”She leaned in slightly, letting the rhythm guide her. “Then I’ll have to make sure this visit is even better than the last.” She spun, her fingertips grazing along his arm before she leaned in, her voice just audible over the music. “That means dancing, of course. Best moves, best songs… best company.”Haz smirked. “And I take it you’re the company?”“Lucky you,” she teased, tilting her head. “Or maybe lucky me. You do fit the profile of someone who enjoys the finer things.”He held her gaze, amusement flickering behind his pale eyes. “I suppose I could be convinced.”Elysia grinned, satisfied. “Then allow me,” she said, slipping her hands to his, effortlessly guiding him into the rhythm of the song. The music pulsed around them as they moved together, bodies close, lost in the electric energy of the dancefloor.As she twirled away and then back into his space, she shot Petty a smirk over her shoulder. Then, she leaned in close to Haz, her lips barely brushing past his ear. “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she murmured. “Stick around, and I might just make it worth your while. How does a free month of VIP sound?”Haz’s brows lifted in amusement, clearly intrigued. “Generous offer.”Elysia’s smirk widened. “I like keeping the best company close.”He chuckled, considering. “Well then, I suppose I have no choice but to come back.”“Smart man,” she purred, pressing a little closer as the music swelled around them. She never doubted herself—but tonight? Tonight was going to be fun.

chapter 2

Haz returned to Club Lewd the following weekend, drawn in by both curiosity and the promise of Elysia’s company. The VIP pass had been a tempting offer, but something about her confidence, the way she carried herself with effortless allure, had hooked him more than any exclusive perks ever could.Elysia was already on the floor when he arrived, lost in the pulse of the music, her movements fluid and commanding. She spotted him immediately, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she made her way over."Back already?" she teased, letting her fingers trail lightly along his arm as she circled him. "Can’t say I’m surprised."Haz chuckled, meeting her gaze. "Figured I should make good use of that VIP offer. Wouldn’t want to waste such a generous gift."She leaned in, close enough that he could catch the scent of her perfume—something dark and intoxicating. "Mm, but was it the free month that brought you back? Or me?"His ears twitched, amusement flickering in his pale eyes. "What do you think?"Elysia grinned. "I think you enjoy a challenge. And I think you came back because you’re curious about me."She grabbed his hand without waiting for an answer and pulled him onto the dancefloor. The music throbbed around them, the bass vibrating through their bodies as they moved together. Elysia was relentless, pressing close, matching his rhythm effortlessly. Every brush of skin, every teasing glance, built on the tension between them."I’ll admit," Haz murmured, his voice low, "you make for a better reason to come back than the drinks."Elysia smirked. "That’s the idea. Keep you coming back. Keep you wanting more."She spun away, then back into his space, pressing against him for a brief, charged moment before pulling away again. "But I don’t give everything away so easily. You’ll have to work for it."He tilted his head, intrigued. "And what does that entail?"She ran a fingertip along his collarbone, then gave a playful shrug. "Show up next week, and maybe I’ll tell you."Haz laughed, shaking his head. "You really don’t play fair, do you?"Elysia winked. "Oh, I never said I did."As the night wore on, their playful back-and-forth continued, each exchange laced with teasing and unspoken promises. Haz knew one thing for certain—he’d be back next week. And the week after that.

chapter 3

Haz found himself at Club Lewd once again, though this time, it wasn’t just the allure of the club that drew him in—it was her. The enigmatic goth Viera who had teased and entranced him since the moment they met. Yet, something about her kept him guessing.Beneath the confidence, beneath the playful smirks, he wondered what else lay beneath the surface.Tonight, she wasn’t immediately on the dancefloor. Instead, she was perched on one of the plush lounge seats near the edge of the room, swirling a drink in her hand as she watched the crowd. When she caught sight of him, her expression shifted—less of a smirk, more of a slow, knowing smile.“Look who’s back,” she murmured as he approached. This time, there was no immediate teasing, no playful baiting. Instead, she gestured to the seat beside her. “Sit with me for a moment before we go dance?”Haz raised a brow, intrigued. “No immediate sales pitch tonight?”She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re already here, aren’t you?”He took the seat, letting his gaze settle on her. Without the pulse of the dancefloor between them, the moment felt different—calmer, more personal. “So, do you ever slow down, or is this just a rare sighting?”Elysia tapped her nails against her glass, hesitating for just a moment.“You caught me in a moment. Doesn’t happen often.” Her eyes flickered up to his, softer than before. “I like the chaos of the club, the movement, the energy. But sometimes, it’s nice to just… let someone else take the lead.”Haz smirked slightly. “Is that so?”She bit her lip, nodding. “Mhm.”Haz leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Then let me.”Elysia’s breath hitched just a little as he stood, holding out a hand.For once, she didn’t tease—she just took it, letting him pull her onto the dancefloor. This time, Haz set the rhythm, leading her with firm, confident movements. He held her close, guiding her into the sway of the music, his hands firm yet careful as they rested against her waist.Elysia melted into it, following his lead effortlessly. She wasn’t used to this—letting someone else dictate the pace—but with Haz, it felt natural. She tilted her head up, watching him, something softer in her gaze.“You’re good at this,” she murmured.Haz smirked. “I like keeping you on your toes.”She exhaled a laugh, her hands gripping his arms slightly. “I noticed.”He dipped her suddenly, and a small gasp escaped her lips before she let out a breathy laugh. When he pulled her back up, she was flushed, her fingers curling against his chest.“I could get used to this,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual.Haz tilted his head. “Then maybe you should.”She didn’t have a retort for that. Instead, she just let herself lean into him, following wherever he wanted to take her next.

chapter 4

The neon glow of Club Lewd wrapped around her like a familiar embrace, the air thick with bass-heavy music, the scent of spiced liquor, and the unmistakable pulse of anticipation. She knew he would be waiting—he always was. Their game had become a nightly ritual, a dance of defiance and dominance, a battle neither truly wanted to win.Tonight, she would push him. Tonight, she would make him work for it.Her eyes locked onto him the moment she stepped inside. Haz stood at the bar, white hair illuminated under the low lights, his gaze already fixed on her. There was something intense in his expression, a quiet challenge woven into the smirk curling at the corner of his lips.She swallowed, but she didn’t falter. Instead, she sauntered toward him, every step measured, deliberate. Even as anticipation coiled in her stomach, she kept her expression playful, daring.By the time she reached him, that smirk had deepened. “You’re late,” he murmured, voice just loud enough to cut through the music, but intimate enough to be meant only for her.She tilted her head, lips curving in amusement. “Maybe I just wanted to see how much you’d miss me.”His fingers brushed against her wrist, then curled around it with enough pressure to make her breath hitch. “That so?” His voice was calm, but the weight of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.She leaned in, her lips brushing close to his ear as she whispered, "I bet you were waiting for me all night."Haz let out a quiet chuckle, his grip tightening slightly. “You like testing me, don’t you?”She hummed, dragging a finger lazily down his chest, tracing slow circles against the fabric of his shirt. “And what if I do?”His smirk turned knowing. Without warning, he pulled her closer, their bodies flush, her breath catching at the sudden shift in control. “Then you’re going to find out just how easy it is for me to tame you,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, authoritative purr.Her pulse quickened, heat creeping up her neck, but she refused to break so easily. “And if I like making you wait?”Haz exhaled, his amusement tinged with something far more possessive. His thumb brushed against her jaw before tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You know I can break a brat like you with just my voice alone.”The promise in his tone sent a thrill through her. The push-and-pull between them was intoxicating, but she knew—sooner or later—he would win. He always did.“You don’t have to fight so hard,” he said, his voice silk and steel. “But I do enjoy watching you try.”The night stretched on in a blur of whispered taunts, stolen touches, and the ever-present tension of a game neither of them wanted to end.

chapter 5

The salty breeze of Limsa Lominsa swept through the bustling city, carrying the scent of the ocean and freshly grilled seafood from the market stalls. The streets were alive with chatter, sailors calling out to one another, merchants haggling, and adventurers recounting their latest exploits. Among the chaos, she found herself standing with a group of friends, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the city.She hadn’t expected to see him here. One moment, the Aetheryte’s swirling light dimmed, and the next, Haz stepped into the city, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. He seemed at ease despite the midday bustle, his white hair catching the sunlight as he adjusted to the surroundings. When his gaze finally landed on her, a knowing smirk tugged at his lips, as if their meeting had been inevitable.Her breath hitched, but she recovered quickly, offering a sly smile. “Didn’t take you for the sightseeing type.”Haz pushed off the railing, taking a slow, measured step toward her. “Didn’t take you for someone who only causes trouble after dark.”One of her friends nudged her playfully. "You know each other?"She barely got a word out before Haz answered for her. "A familiar face—and a favorite distraction from Club Lewd," he said smoothly, his voice carrying just enough of an edge to make her cheeks warm.Her friends exchanged glances, smirking knowingly, but she refused to let Haz gain the upper hand so easily. Crossing her arms, she arched a brow. “Oh yeah? And what if I said you’re the one who keeps coming back for more?”Haz chuckled, stepping closer, his presence as commanding as ever. “Then I’d say you’re not wrong.”The easy confidence in his tone sent a thrill through her, but she wasn’t about to admit it—not in front of an audience. Instead, she turned back to her friends, forcing a lighthearted laugh. “Guess I should be flattered.”“You should be,” Haz murmured, just for her.The conversation continued around them, but for her, the city had quieted. The tension between them was as tangible as the sea breeze curling through her hair. Whatever game they were playing, it had just spilled into daylight, and she wasn’t sure who would win this round.

chapter 6

The music pulsed through Club Lewd, a steady rhythm that vibrated beneath her feet as she moved through the crowd. The neon glow cast playful shadows on the walls, illuminating the sea of patrons lost in the night’s indulgences. She was in her element, weaving between dancers, laughter spilling from her lips as she entertained familiar faces and new ones alike.Haz was there, leaning against the bar with that easy confidence of his, white hair catching in the shifting lights. His sharp gaze followed her, tracking her movements as she flitted from one conversation to the next. She caught his eye once, offering a smirk before turning away just as quickly. He was fun to tease, after all.She made her way to the bar, sliding onto the stool beside him with a playful bump of her shoulder."Didn’t expect to see you here again so soon. Starting to think you might just enjoy my company."Haz chuckled, swirling the drink in his hand before taking a slow sip. "Maybe I just enjoy the atmosphere.""Oh? And here I thought you came to see me," she teased, propping her chin on her hand.His lips curled at the edges, but he didn’t take the bait. "You seem busy enough keeping others entertained."She hummed, glancing over her shoulder at the crowd, where a few patrons still lingered in the glow of her attention. "What can I say? A girl’s got options."His smirk remained, but there was a flicker of something else in his expression—something unreadable. He wouldn't let on if it bothered him. "Lucky them."She took a sip of her drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. "Actually, I’ve got a date coming up soon. Should be interesting."For the briefest moment, Haz’s fingers tightened around his glass before he relaxed, exhaling smoothly. "Hope he knows what he’s in for."She laughed, nudging him lightly. "You almost sound jealous."Haz leaned in slightly, his voice carrying just enough amusement to mask anything deeper. "Jealous? Nah. Just curious how long he'll last."She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Guess we’ll see."They lingered like that for a moment, comfortable in the space between teasing and something neither of them was willing to define. The night would carry on, and she would continue to play her games, but Haz… he wasn’t just another passing face in the crowd. And maybe, just maybe, he knew that too.

chapter 7

The night started with promise—a new face, a fresh connection, and the excitement of seeing where the evening would lead. Elysia had agreed to meet her date at a quiet lounge in the Mist, a place with just the right balance of ambiance and privacy. At first, things were fine. The conversation flowed easily enough, the drinks were decent, and he seemed charming in that surface-level way.But then, somewhere between his second and third drink, the illusion shattered. It started with a joke—one that made her stiffen, her smile freezing mid-laugh. And then he said it. The word that turned her stomach, that made her fingers tighten around her glass. It wasn’t just ignorance; it was casual, confident, and worst of all, he didn’t even notice her reaction. As if it were normal. As if it were nothing.She set her drink down, her appetite for both the conversation and the company completely gone."Yeah, I think I’m done here," she said, pushing back from the table.Her date blinked, clearly not expecting her to cut the night short. "What? It was just a joke. Don’t tell me you’re one of those—"She didn’t even let him finish. "You can keep your drink. And your shitty opinions."With that, she left, not sparing him another glance as she stepped out into the cool night air. She needed a reset, something to wash the sourness of the evening away. Club Lewd wasn’t far. Maybe she could shake this off with some good music and familiar faces. She took off work for this anyway, might as well distract herself.And that’s exactly where she found herself sinking into a seat at the bar with a frustrated sigh."That bad?" came a familiar voice beside her.She turned to find Haz, arms crossed, an amused glint in his eyes. Of course, he’d be here. She gave him a flat look before grabbing the drink the bartender placed in front of her. "Let’s just say I have shit taste in men. Present company excluded."His smirk deepened. "Now I’m curious. What went wrong? Boring? Terrible kisser? Gods forbid—bad fashion sense?"She took a slow sip, then muttered, "Racist."The amusement in his expression evaporated instantly, replaced with something sharp. "No shit."She nodded, swirling the ice in her glass. "Thought he was charming at first. Then he decided to throw slurs around like it was nothing. Didn’t even see the problem."Haz exhaled, shaking his head. "Let me guess—he thought he was just ‘being real’ or some other dumb excuse?""Bingo."He clicked his tongue, taking a sip of his own drink before glancing toward the crowd. "You want me to go find him? I can make fun of him until he cries. I’m very good at it."That actually made her laugh, the first real one of the night. "Tempting, but no. I’d rather pretend he doesn’t exist."Haz tapped his fingers against his glass. "Fair. But if you ever change your mind, I’ll be happy to personally roast his ass into oblivion."She smirked, finally feeling some of the tension from the night start to fade. "Good to know."A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that felt natural, unforced. They didn’t need to spell it out—some things just mattered. And the fact that Haz was just as disgusted by it as she was? It meant something."Guess we do have some shared values after all," she mused, side-eyeing him.Haz lifted his glass in a mock toast. "Wouldn’t dream of disappointing you."She clinked her glass against his, the warmth of the moment washing away the bitterness of the night.Maybe her date had been a disaster, but at least it led her here—sharing a drink with someone who actually got it.Haz leaned in slightly, resting his forearm against the bar. "You know, it’s rare to find people who actually stand for something. Plenty talk big, but when it comes down to it, they let things slide."Elysia nodded. "Yeah. I don’t get how people can just… overlook it. It’s not hard to call out bullshit.""Exactly," he said, tipping his glass toward her. "And you did. Walked out without a second thought. That says a lot."She gave him a small smile. "Guess I just know my worth. And I don’t waste time on people who don’t."He chuckled. "That’s a good way to be. And honestly? It’s refreshing."Elysia studied him for a moment, then smirked. "You sure you’re not just saying that because I look good in this dress?"Haz gave an exaggerated sigh. "Well, that doesn’t hurt either. But no, I mean it. Some things matter. People matter."That struck a chord. She held his gaze, feeling something settle between them—unspoken but understood. A mutual respect. Maybe even something more.

chapter 8

A few weeks had passed, and in that time, Elysia and Haz’s connection had only deepened. It wasn’t something they had spoken about outright, but it was obvious to everyone who saw them together.The way their conversations flowed effortlessly, the way she’d seek him out at Club Lewd, and how he always seemed to linger just a little longer whenever she was around. And yet, despite all the signs, Haz remained blissfully oblivious to just how much she had come to care for him.One evening, fate found them both in Limsa Lominsa again. The bustling city was a common meeting ground for adventurers, but this time, it was Haz who found her first. “Elysia,” he greeted with an easy grin, stepping beside her at the Aetheryte.“Haz,” she replied smoothly, mirroring his smirk. “Slumming it in Limsa today?”“Something like that. Thought I’d meet up with a friend,” he said before gesturing over his shoulder.“Actually, you should meet her. Huffles, get over here.”A Viera with a sharp, knowing gaze approached, crossing her arms as she gave Elysia a once-over before smirking. “So, you’re Elysia,” she said, tilting her head. “Interesting.”Elysia raised an eyebrow. “Interesting how?”Huffles chuckled. “Let’s just say I’ve heard things.” She shot a glance at Haz, who, for once, looked vaguely uncomfortable. “And now that I see it myself? Yeah, it tracks.”Elysia glanced between them, amused. “Oh? And what exactly have you heard?”Huffles grinned, ignoring Haz’s quiet groan. “That he likes having you around. That you’re different.”She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to make it sound conspiratorial. “And that he’s completely daft when it comes to feelings.”Elysia snorted, side-eyeing Haz, whose brows furrowed slightly. “I’m right here, you know,” he muttered.Huffles ignored him, instead focusing on Elysia. “If you’re waiting for him to get a clue, don’t. He needs things spelled out for him. Big, bold letters.”Elysia hummed, swirling the thought in her head. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t noticed Haz’s particular brand of obliviousness, but hearing it confirmed? That was another thing entirely.Haz cleared his throat, looking between them. “Right. So, now that introductions are over—drinks?”
Huffles gave Elysia one last knowing look before nodding.“Drinks sound good. But we’re not done with this conversation.”As they made their way toward the Drowning Wench, Elysia found herself smiling. Maybe it was time she stopped waiting for him to figure it out on his own. Maybe, just maybe, she’d have to make her feelings a little more obvious.

chapter 9

A few nights after their meeting in Limsa, Elysia, Haz, and Huffles found themselves venturing to a different club—a change of scenery, but the same dynamic. The energy was electric, the music pulsing through the air as they stepped inside. It was a place neither of them had been to before, but the company was what mattered most.As they settled into their spot, Elysia smirked to herself before unzipping her jacket, revealing the shirt she had been hiding underneath. Bold white lettering stood out against the black fabric: If lost, return to Haz.Haz blinked, his gaze locking onto the words before he let out a deep, amused laugh. “Oh, that’s dangerous.”Huffles nearly doubled over. “You wore it? Oh, that’s amazing.”Elysia grinned, tilting her head playfully. “I thought it would embarrass you.”“Oh, it absolutely should,” Haz admitted, his smirk growing. “But I love it too much for that.”The teasing continued throughout the night, drinks flowing, conversations mixing with the pounding bass of the music. Haz's eyes flickered to the shirt every now and then, something unreadable in his gaze, but he said nothing more about it.Eventually, the heat of the club became overwhelming, and they stepped outside for some air. The cool night breeze was a welcome relief as they leaned against the railing, the distant hum of the city surrounding them. The moment felt quieter, more intimate—just them against the backdrop of Limsa’s nightlife.Elysia took a slow breath before looking up at Haz. "I've been thinking about something."Haz turned his head slightly, his brow lifting. "Oh? What’s on your mind?"She hesitated for a second, but then her expression softened. "You. Us. How easy it is to be around you."Haz blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Didn't expect that answer."His lips quirked, but he didn’t interrupt as she continued. "I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I started looking forward to seeing you. You make things feel… different. In a good way. And I guess I just want to know if you feel it too."For once, Haz didn’t have a quick-witted response. Instead, he watched her carefully, something softer in his expression than usual.Then, with a slow, knowing smile, he said, "Elysia, I’ve noticed too."She tilted her head, lips quirking. "Could’ve fooled me."Haz chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah. Truth is, I’ve felt it too. For a while now."Elysia’s heart pounded, anticipation humming beneath her skin. "So what happens now?"Haz studied her for a moment before reaching out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "That depends on you."Her breath caught, but she refused to look away. "Then I think it’s time I stop pretending I don’t want this."A slow smirk tugged at Haz’s lips. "Good. Because I’m done pretending too."Before she could say anything else, Haz closed the distance between them, his fingers tracing along her jaw before cradling the back of her neck, his touch both firm and reverent. His lips met hers in a kiss that was deep and consuming, a slow, intoxicating dance of warmth and longing. The intensity of it sent a shiver through her, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them for far too long. Elysia melted into him, her fingers fisting into his jacket, desperate to pull him closer, to lose herself in the way he claimed her lips like she was something precious, something he couldn't bear to let go. The city buzzed around them, distant and unimportant compared to the heat between them. His lips moved against hers with purpose, like he had been starving for this—starving for her—and now that he had her, he wasn’t going to let her slip away so easily.

chapter 10

The days that followed their heated kiss outside the club were a blur of lingering glances, teasing messages, and unspoken questions. The energy between Elysia and Haz had shifted—something undeniable had settled between them, but neither had explicitly put it into words yet.One evening, they found themselves back in Limsa, away from the noise of the city, perched on a quiet bench overlooking the sea. The waves crashed against the docks below, the scent of salt thick in the air. It was the first time they had been alone together since that night, and the weight of the moment wasn’t lost on either of them.Elysia let out a breath, resting her arms against the wooden railing. "So," she started, voice lighter than she felt. "Are we going to talk about it?"Haz glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Talk about what?"
She gave him a knowing look. "Come on, Haz. You have to see it too."A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was something softer in his eyes. "I know," he admitted. "I just wanted to hear you say it."Elysia huffed, shaking her head. "Fine. I’ll spell it out for you then. I like you, Haz. And not just in a casual, let’s-flirt-and-see-what-happens way. I really like you. Enough that I haven’t been interested in anyone else since that night."For once, he was quiet. Not in the way that meant he was trying to think of something witty, but in the way that meant he was actually considering her words. His gaze softened, and then he sighed, running a hand through his hair."You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear that," he finally said. "Because I’ve felt the same way. I just… wasn’t sure if you were serious about it. If we could be serious."Elysia tilted her head. "What’s stopping you?"Haz exhaled, looking back out toward the sea. "I’ve always been the kind of guy who takes things as they come. I don’t rush into anything, because if I don’t take something seriously, it won’t hurt when it ends. But with you? I want to take it seriously. And that’s a little terrifying."Elysia’s chest tightened at the confession, warmth spreading through her at the vulnerability in his voice. "You don’t have to be scared of this," she said gently. "I’m not going anywhere."Haz looked back at her then, really looked at her. After a beat, a slow, genuine smile formed on his lips."Then I guess we’re doing this, huh?"She grinned, nudging his shoulder. "Yeah, we are."His fingers found hers, lacing them together as the sea breeze tangled through their hair. And for the first time in a long time, neither of them had any doubts.

chapter 11

The atmosphere at Club Lewd was electric, but for once, Elysia barely noticed the usual chaos of the night. The teasing lights, the bass-heavy music, the ever-present chatter of patrons—it all faded into the background as she moved behind the bar, her coworkers shooting her knowing glances."You gonna change your last name already?" one of them quipped, nudging her playfully.Elysia blinked, caught off guard. "What?"Petty leaned on the counter, smirking. "Come on, everyone can see it. You and Haz have been orbiting each other like it’s only a matter of time."Heat crept up Elysia’s neck, and she rolled her eyes, though the corner of her lips twitched in amusement. "It’s not like that. We’re just… figuring things out.""Uh-huh." Ruby, the bartender, arched a brow. "You say that, but the way he looks at you? That man practically has your name written in the stars already."Elysia huffed, shaking her head as she focused on fixing a drink. "We haven’t even talked about that kind of thing.""Well, you will," Missy chimed in. "And when you do, don’t act so surprised."As if on cue, Haz entered the club, his familiar presence immediately catching her attention. His sharp eyes scanned the room, landing on her almost instantly. A grin tugged at his lips as he made his way toward the bar, effortlessly slipping through the crowd."Talking about me?" he mused, leaning in slightly as he rested his forearms on the counter.Elysia narrowed her eyes playfully. "Don’t flatter yourself."His chuckle was low, knowing. "Too late for that."Her coworkers exchanged looks behind her, and she could practically hear their silent laughter.She ignored them, focusing on the man in front of her. "So, what brings you here tonight?"Haz tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Just here to enjoy the club.""Right. Not because of me at all," she teased.He smirked, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something deeper. "You already know the answer to that."Elysia swallowed, her heart doing an annoyingly giddy flip.The night carried on, but Elysia found it harder and harder to keep her attention away from Haz. She worked the crowd as usual, laughing and entertaining patrons, but her eyes always drifted back to him. He was watching her, not in a possessive way, but with a quiet amusement—like he knew exactly where her thoughts kept going."Damn, girl, you’re hopeless," Petty muttered as she passed by. "Go dance with him already before you start making heart eyes at the register."A slower song started to play, and Haz took the opportunity to approach her as she wrapped up a conversation with a guest. "You still working?" he asked, voice smooth.Elysia smirked. "Technically, yes.""Then take a break. Dance with me."She hesitated for only a moment before slipping her hand into his.He led her onto the dance floor, pulling her in close, his grip firm yet unassuming. They swayed together, the music filling the space between them, the tension between them growing with every passing second.
Elysia glanced up at him. "You know, I was supposed to be focusing on work tonight."Haz leaned in slightly, voice teasing yet laced with something deeper. "And yet, here you are."She bit her lip, smiling. "You’re awfully smug about it.""Can you blame me?" His thumb brushed against her waist as he held her close. "You’ve been sneaking glances at me all night."She scoffed, but before she could deny it, Haz dipped his head and captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. The noise of the club faded around them, leaving just the warmth of his touch and the way he made her feel as if they were the only two people in the room.When they pulled apart, her breath caught slightly, and his smirk softened into something more genuine. "Told you," he murmured. "You’re mine tonight."Elysia exhaled, trying to steady herself. As she did, she caught Petty and Missy exchanging smug glances, barely containing their laughter."Told you," Petty whispered as she passed by, her tone dripping with amusement. Missy just winked.Elysia groaned, burying her face in Haz's shoulder for a moment before pulling away, her cheeks burning. Maybe, just maybe, her coworkers had been right all along.

chapter 12

It had been a few weeks since their conversation outside the club, and though nothing had changed outwardly, something was undeniably different. The way Haz looked at her, the way his touch lingered a little longer, the way her heart reacted whenever he was near—it was all leading to something inevitable.Elysia was standing by the bar again, pretending to focus on work, but her mind was elsewhere. Every so often, her eyes drifted to Haz, who sat at his usual spot, nursing a drink and lost in thought."Girl, are you gonna talk to him, or just stare at him until he combusts?" Ruby muttered beside her, shaking her head.Elysia shot her a look. "I'm not staring.""You are, and if you don’t do something soon, I will."She rolled her eyes but knew Ruby wasn’t entirely wrong.Eventually, Haz stood, stretching slightly before making his way toward the back. Without thinking, Elysia wiped her hands on a bar towel and followed him, slipping through the crowd until she caught up with him outside.He glanced over when he heard the door shut, giving her a small smirk. "You following me now?""Maybe," she admitted, leaning on the railing beside him.For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the distant sound of music and ocean waves filling the air. Then, Haz sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Been thinking again," he murmured.Elysia turned toward him. "Dangerous habit," she teased lightly.He let out a breath of a laugh but didn't meet her eyes. "You know I'm not the type to rush into things. Last time I let someone get close, it didn’t end well."She watched him carefully. "I know."Haz finally looked at her, his expression unreadable. "But then you come along, and suddenly, I’m thinking about things I didn’t think I’d want again. Like… being with someone, for real. Not just passing time. Not just fun." He exhaled sharply. "And it scares the hell out of me."Elysia's chest tightened. "I get it," she said softly. "But… do you want this?"His lips parted slightly, hesitation flickering in his eyes—but only for a moment. Then, something steadied in him, something sure."I do," he admitted, voice quieter now. "Because you’re… different. You’re not just some girl I met at a club. You’re smart, sharp as hell, funny, and—" He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "You drive me crazy, but in the best possible way. You make me want this, even when I don’t know what the hell I’m doing."Elysia swallowed, her pulse quickening. "Then what are we waiting for?"He studied her for a moment longer, as if trying to commit every part of her to memory, before finally—finally—closing the distance between them.His lips brushed against hers, slow and deliberate, as if sealing the decision between them. And when he pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, he whispered, "Guess that makes us official, huh?"She grinned, her heart hammering in her chest. "Damn right it does."

chapter 13

As Elysia and Haz stepped back into the club, the shift in energy was almost palpable. The music thumped through the air, the lights flashed in hypnotic patterns, but none of it compared to the warmth of Haz’s hand wrapped securely around hers. It was natural, effortless—like this was how it was always meant to be.She barely had time to process how right it felt before she caught Petty and Ruby at the bar, exchanging wide-eyed glances. Petty’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as she elbowed Ruby, who immediately turned to stifle a laugh against her forearm.“Oh, now it’s official,” Ruby drawled, propping a hand on her hip. “Look at you two, all hand-holdy and sickening.”Petty leaned on the counter, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn, girl, you work fast.”Elysia rolled her eyes, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. “Can’t a girl just walk without getting harassed?”“Not when you’re walking around hand in hand with him,” Petty shot back, nodding toward Haz. “That’s not just walking, babe. That’s a statement.”Haz, to his credit, looked completely unbothered. If anything, he seemed amused by the spectacle. He squeezed Elysia’s hand slightly before letting go and resting his arm casually on the bar. “Figured it’d shut you guys up if we made it official,” he teased.Ruby scoffed. “Oh, honey, never.”Missy, who had been setting up a mannequin for new VIPs, chimed in with a smirk. “So, what’s next? You moving in together? Picking out baby names?”Elysia groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I hate all of you.”Petty just cackled. “No, you love us. And we love that you finally stopped dancing around this whole thing.”Haz chuckled, glancing at Elysia before murmuring, “You did say they’d give you shit for this.”She sighed dramatically. “You have no idea.”The teasing didn’t stop, of course, but Elysia didn’t mind—not really. Because despite all the relentless ribbing and knowing glances, her fingers still tingled from the warmth of Haz’s hand, and every time she caught his gaze across the bar, she knew—this was real. This was theirs.

chapter 14

The teasing hadn’t stopped all night. Every time Elysia caught Petty’s eye, she would smirk like she was in on some grand secret. Ruby wasn’t any better, making little comments under her breath every time Haz wandered too close to the bar. It was ridiculous—but also, somehow, weirdly endearing.Still, Elysia had a job to do. Official or not, she wasn’t about to let her newfound relationship get in the way of her work. At least, that’s what she told herself.But every time she moved through the club, she could feel him.Haz wasn’t hovering, wasn’t being possessive, but she felt his presence in a way that made her hyperaware of every glance, every slight shift of his body as he followed her with those knowing eyes. He wasn’t stopping her from working, wasn’t pulling her away—but gods, did he make it difficult to focus.At one point, as she finished speaking with a patron, he leaned in slightly from behind her, voice low enough that only she could hear. “You’re distracted.”Elysia scoffed. “You’re distracting.”He smirked. “Not my fault you keep looking at me.”She turned to face him fully, arms crossing over her chest. “And what about you? You’re acting all cool, but you haven’t stopped watching me since we walked in.”Haz didn’t even try to deny it. Instead, his expression softened, a rare moment of quiet sincerity slipping through. “Can you blame me?”Elysia felt her heart do something ridiculous in her chest. She swallowed, trying to shake it off, but Haz wasn’t done. He hesitated, just slightly, before adding, “This… us. You’re sure?”It was the first time he’d really asked. The first time he’d let his reservations slip through.Elysia blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. She searched his face, taking in the way he held himself—not quite hesitant, but not entirely sure, either. And she understood. Haz wasn’t the kind of man who jumped into things lightly. He wasn’t reckless with his emotions.But she also knew why he was asking.She stepped closer, tilting her head slightly as she met his gaze. “Are you?”Haz exhaled slowly, glancing away for just a moment. “I don’t do things halfway, Elysia. If we do this, it’s not just for fun.” His jaw tensed briefly before he looked back at her. “I want this. I want you. But I need to know we’re on the same page.”A slow smile spread across her lips. “We are.”The tension in his shoulders eased, just slightly. “Good.”She nudged him playfully, trying to break the heavy moment before it swallowed them whole. “And for the record? You’re stuck with me now.”Haz chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess I should’ve seen that coming.”As if on cue, Petty strolled past with Laz, throwing them a knowing glance. “Gods, just kiss him already.”Elysia rolled her eyes. “We’re having a moment.”Petty snorted. “Yeah, yeah, sure. If you start making out on the clock make sure he at least pays the booking fee.”Elysia turned back to Haz, and this time, she did reach for his hand, squeezing it briefly before letting go. Official or not, she had no doubts. They were in this together.And for once, that thought didn’t scare her at all.

chapter 15

Elysia stretched out on Lewd’s couch, one leg lazily draped over the armrest, her fingers tapping against the rim of her glass as she studied him with a smirk. The club closed an hour ago, but the teasing, the heat of the night, lingered in the space between them.Haz, ever relaxed, sat across from her with an easy grin, his sharp eyes never quite leaving her. He looked comfortable, like he belonged there—with her, in this moment—but there was something in the way he watched her, a quiet amusement that made her feel like she was playing into some kind of game.“I still don’t get how you of all people…” He trailed off, shaking his head with an amused scoff as he swirled his drink.Elysia arched a brow. “What?”His lips twitched. “You act all tough. Mean little goth girl, don’t-mess-with-me energy. And yet…”She narrowed her eyes. “And yet?”Haz stretched, slow and lazy, before finally finishing, “You like being told what to do.”Elysia felt warmth creep up her neck but refused to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. She clicked her tongue, tilting her head as she regarded him. “And you have golden retriever energy. All easy smiles and soft heart. And yet…”His smirk deepened. “And yet?”She leaned in slightly, dropping her voice. “You like being in control.”Haz let out a low chuckle, eyes gleaming with something dark and amused. “Guess that makes us an interesting pair.”Elysia rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her glass before setting it aside. “I don’t see what’s so surprising. It’s called balance.”“Oh, so you admit it?”She shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? Just because I dress like I’d step on someone’s throat doesn’t mean I want to be in charge.”Haz studied her for a long moment, then grinned. “So what you’re saying is… you like following orders.”Her nose scrunched. “You make it sound so unsexy when you put it like that.”His laugh was unrepentant. “I think it’s pretty damn sexy.”His gaze darkened slightly, not in a brooding way, but with something more confident, something knowing. “Also... It’s not about being in control. It’s about knowing what you want. And knowing how to take care of what’s yours.”The way he said it sent a shiver up her spine, but she refused to let him see that. Instead, she leaned back, feigning boredom.Haz smirked, watching her expectantly.Elysia huffed, twirling her glass in her fingers. “Okay, fine. Maybe I do like a little direction.”“A little?”She shot him a glare. “Don’t push it.”His grin was slow, unbothered. “I don’t have to. You’re already pushing yourself.”Elysia felt her jaw tighten—damn him for being right. She tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief. “You sound awfully sure of yourself.”Haz simply held her gaze, his confidence unwavering.Elysia smirked. “You gonna do something about it, then?”Haz exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You first.”She grinned. “Make me.”His eyes flickered with something unreadable, but instead of rising to her bait, he just stretched out comfortably, smirking. “Nah.”Elysia blinked. “Nah?”“Yeah. You’re already worked up all on your own.” He leaned back, watching her with that same casual confidence, like he knew exactly how this would play out. “Why would I do anything when you’re gonna hand it to me eventually?”She hated how much that sent a thrill through her. Hated it even more because he wasn’t wrong.
She scoffed, determined not to let him get the upper hand. “You’re full of yourself.”Haz grinned. “Nah, just full of you.”She gasped shortly at his wit, and she knew he caught it. His smirk deepened, knowing he had her. He didn’t need to chase, didn’t need to push—she was already teetering on the edge all on her own.“See,” he said smoothly, “the difference between us? You want to give in. You’re just waiting for an excuse.”Elysia’s fingers tightened around her glass. She wanted to argue, to shoot back something cutting, but the words stuck in her throat. He wasn’t just teasing her now—he was seeing right through her.Haz leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, gaze locked onto hers. “So, what’s it gonna be, princess?”Elysia swallowed. Her walls were cracking, crumbling under the weight of his patience, his knowing. And the worst part?She didn’t mind one bit.

chapter 16

The night grew longer, the both of them wondering what was next. Not wanting to leave each others' company, Elysia knew just where to go. She led Haz to Lewd and Lascivious, the upscale yet indulgently sinful hotel nestled in the same ward as Club Lewd. She has a permanent room there that co-workers and their patrons would typically use for courting.She walked ahead, her heels clicking against polished floors, only pausing to glance over her shoulder when she realized Haz wasn’t right at her side. Instead, he was taking his time, hands in his pockets, watching her with that infuriatingly unreadable expression.“Getting cold feet?” she teased, cocking a brow.Haz huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Nah. Just taking it all in.”Elysia scoffed and rolled her eyes before pushing open the door to her room. It was bathed in low, sultry lighting, the scent of vanilla and spice lingering in the air. She stepped inside, leaving the door open for him to follow.He did—slowly, deliberately—letting it click shut behind him as he leaned back against it. “So,” he said, amusement lacing his voice, “what now?”She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers idly playing with the hem of her skirt, stealing glances at him as he watched her with that lazy, knowing smirk. She hated how he always looked like he had her figured out. More than that, she hated that he probably did.“You tell me,” she said, feigning nonchalance.Haz chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re the one who keeps throwing out challenges. What do you want?”Elysia tilted her head, pretending to think. “What if I said I don’t know?”Haz stepped closer, his presence all-consuming without him even trying. “Then I’d say you’re lying.”Elysia exhaled sharply, looking away, but he wasn’t letting her run from this one. He knelt in front of her, resting his hands on her knees, a touch so light it made her shiver.“You act like you’re waiting for me to pull you in,” he murmured. “Like you want me to take all the choices away so you don’t have to admit what you already know.”She swallowed, heat crawling up her spine. “And what do I already know?”“That you want this,” he said simply. “That you want me.”Elysia clenched her jaw, fingers gripping the fabric of her skirt. “I don’t do easy.”Haz smiled. “Good. Neither do I.”Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her, stripping away her defenses one by one.“Tell me to stop,” Haz said softly. “And I will.”She met his gaze, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The words were there, teetering on the edge of her tongue. But they never came.Instead, she reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until their lips hovered dangerously close."You're impossible," she whispered, her voice low, unsteady.Haz's smirk deepened. "No, babygirl. You just love a man who doesn't break so easily."She exhaled sharply, her grip tightening as her pulse thundered in her ears. "Maybe," she admitted, her voice barely above a murmur. "Or maybe I just love this."His eyes darkened, his hands sliding up her arms with agonizing slowness. "Then let’s stop pretending otherwise."

chapter 17

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The room felt smaller now, heat curling in the air like a slow-burning fire. The golden glow of lanterns cast flickering shadows against the velvet walls, painting the moment in shifting light and darkness. Elysia sat perched on the edge of the bed, her pulse thrumming in her throat as Haz loomed in front of her, watching, waiting.She had spent so much time dancing around him, testing limits, playing games—but there was no running from this anymore. Not when he was standing so close, hands braced on either side of her, gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that stripped away every carefully crafted defense she had left.“Say it,” he murmured, voice smooth but edged with something deeper, something unyielding.Elysia inhaled sharply, her fingers twitching against the sheets. “Say what?”Haz shook his head, a slow smirk ghosting over his lips. “That you want me.”She hated how easily he could unravel her, how he could read her like an open book. But gods, she wanted this—wanted him—and she was done pretending otherwise.Her voice was quiet, but it didn’t waver. “I want you.”The moment the words left her lips, his expression shifted. Something flickered in his eyes, and then he was on her, his hands threading through her hair as he kissed her like he had been waiting for this just as long as she had. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just raw need, lips pressing, bodies moving in tandem, heat pooling between them like an unspoken promise finally fulfilled.Haz pushed her back against the mattress, his weight settling over her, his lips never breaking from hers as his hands roamed, fingertips tracing the curves of her body with reverence and hunger all at once. Elysia shuddered beneath him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer as if she could fuse herself to him entirely.She gasped as his lips trailed down her throat, each kiss a brand against her skin. Her breath staggering when feeling his touch, a light moan escaping her lips.Haz hummed in satisfaction, his lips grazing just below her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands steady as they mapped out the curve of her waist. "I want you like this—soft, undone."Her fingers tangled in his hair, not to pull him away, but to hold him closer. "You have me," she admitted, her breath unsteady as his teeth scraped along her skin.His grip tightened at her waist, grounding her beneath him. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice low, possessive.She shivered at the weight of his words, the demand in them. "You have me," she repeated, tilting her head to bare more of her throat, giving herself over to him completely.Haz exhaled sharply, his mouth returning to hers in a deep, consuming kiss, one that left no room for doubt—no escape, not that she wanted one. His hands moved with intent, sliding beneath fabric, fingertips teasing over bare skin, making her tremble.With agonizing slowness, he traced the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders one by one, his lips following the path they left behind. His fingers worked at the delicate fabric, peeling it away from her body inch by inch, as if unwrapping something precious. He drank in the sight of her, his breath unsteady now, his control wavering as he whispered, “Perfect.”Her soft whimper melted into his mouth as he pressed her deeper into the mattress, the heat between them unbearable. She had given in completely now.

chapter 18

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The air between them was thick, charged with a heat neither of them had any desire to escape. The last of her dress pooled at the floor, forgotten, as Haz took in the sight of her beneath him—bared, breathless, his for the taking.Elysia trembled as his fingertips traced the newly exposed skin, every touch deliberate, teasing. "You're staring," she whispered, voice unsteady.Haz's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he dragged his thumb across the swell of her hip, his touch featherlight yet possessive. "You expect me not to?" His voice was rough now, lower, like he was barely holding himself together.Her breath hitched when he leaned down, his lips brushing just beneath her collarbone, slow, lingering. Every kiss, every graze of his teeth, sent shivers rolling through her. She arched beneath him, a soft whimper slipping from her lips.That sound did something to him. His grip on her tightened, fingers digging in just enough to make her feel it, just enough to leave the faintest impression of his claim. "Elysia," he murmured against her skin, her name almost reverent.She swallowed hard, eyes fluttering shut as his lips continued their descent, mapping out every inch of her with aching patience. "Haz—"He hushed her with a kiss, slow but devastating, swallowing every sound she made as he pressed her back into the bed. There was no teasing left in him now—just need, raw and unrelenting. His hands moved with purpose, memorizing the way she fit beneath him, how she responded to him, how she unraveled at the barest touch.And gods, he was going to take his time with her.Elysia clung to him, every breath a plea, every shift of her body an invitation. Whatever walls had been left standing between them had finally crumbled. There was nothing left but this—skin to skin, lips to lips, a fire neither of them wanted to put out.And tonight, they wouldn’t.His fingers traced over her ribs, his palm splaying against the delicate curve of her waist before drifting lower, exploring, learning. She gasped against his mouth, her body tensing before melting into him completely."You're so easy to read," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watched her fall apart under his touch."Shut up," she managed, though it came out more like a breathless plea than an actual retort.He grinned, dipping his head to kiss along the sensitive line of her throat. "No. I like hearing you like this," he admitted, his lips grazing over her pulse, feeling it race beneath his touch. "I like knowing exactly what you need."Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. "Then stop teasing me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.His chuckle was low, dark, reverberating against her skin. "Not a chance."Elysia shivered as his hands roamed, as his lips claimed, as every barrier between them fell away. She was his, completely, utterly, undeniably his. And from the way he touched her, the way he held her—Haz had no intention of letting her forget it.The heat between them was unbearable now, crackling like a live wire, every touch igniting something deeper. Haz had pushed, teased, played with the edge of her restraint until there was nothing left but raw, unfiltered want.Elysia barely recognized herself in this moment—stripped of her usual armor, every instinct screaming at her to give in. And gods, she wanted to.She exhaled sharply as Haz’s fingers ghosted down her spine, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His mouth followed, lips pressing to the sensitive dip of her shoulder before dragging lower, setting every nerve alight. He took his time with her, savoring every reaction, drinking in the way she trembled beneath him.“H-Haz,” she breathed, barely able to form words.He hummed in response, his touch wandering, tracing over her ribs, her waist, the curve of her hip, mapping out every inch of her like he had all the time in the world.“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough, reverent.Elysia’s breath hitched as he shifted, pressing closer, his warmth enveloping her entirely. She had never felt this exposed, this vulnerable—yet somehow, she wasn’t afraid. Not with him.She let her fingers tangle in his hair, guiding him back up until their lips met again, the kiss deep, slow, pulling her under. Haz responded instantly, his grip tightening, his body pressing flush against hers. There was no more space between them, no more teasing. Just him, surrounding her, consuming her.His hands roamed lower, fingers teasing against sensitive skin, and Elysia gasped, her body tensing before melting into him. He was relentless, coaxing every reaction he wanted from her, unraveling her piece by piece.She barely recognized her own voice when she whispered, “Please.”Haz stilled for a moment, his breath heavy against her skin. Then, he lifted his head, meeting her gaze with something dark, something unshakable.“I’ve got you,” he promised, and in that moment, she knew—there was no going back.She was his.And he was about to show her just how much that meant.

chapter 19

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden light that seemed to settle gently on the bed where Elysia and Haz still lay tangled in the sheets. The warmth of the night still lingered in the room, though the crispness of morning was beginning to take over. Elysia slowly stirred, the soft rise and fall of Haz’s chest beneath her cheek the only thing keeping her grounded in the warmth of sleep.Haz was still half asleep, his white hair a messy halo around his head as he lightly snored, his arm draped lazily over her waist. Elysia sighed softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his bare chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing. It was moments like this that made her feel both at peace and alive all at once. She wasn’t ready to get up, not yet. The day could wait.Haz let out a low groan, his arms tightening around her as he pulled her closer. “Five more minutes…” he muttered sleepily, his voice muffled by the pillow. Elysia smiled, her hand gently brushing through his disheveled hair.“You said that an hour ago,” she teased softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Haz grumbled in response but didn’t let go of her. Instead, he nuzzled closer to her, his nose brushing against her hair. “I don’t care,” he murmured, sounding more content than she had ever heard him. “I’m not ready to leave you yet.”Elysia’s heart fluttered at his words, a warm feeling blooming in her chest. She had never felt this way before—this sense of quiet contentment, of belonging. With him. The weight of everything they had shared in the past weeks, months even, had slowly settled into something far deeper than mere attraction. It was a quiet, knowing love.Haz’s fingers trailed lazily down her back, as if marking time in the stillness between them. He pulled her even closer, as though trying to memorize the sensation of her against him. “You make it hard to get out of bed, you know that?” he murmured, a playful tone creeping into his voice.Elysia chuckled softly, but her smile faded as she felt something warm and undeniable in the depths of her chest. Something she had been holding back for so long, something she wasn’t sure she had the courage to say—but here, now, with him so close, it felt like the only truth she needed to speak.“I love you, Haz,” she whispered into the quiet room, her voice soft but sure, as though the words were a delicate thing that might break apart the moment they left her lips.The words hung in the air between them, and Haz immediately stilled, his entire body going rigid for a moment. Elysia’s heart raced in her chest as she looked up at him, a nervousness creeping into her that hadn’t been there before. She hadn’t expected it to be so hard, but now that it was out there, she wasn’t sure how he would react. Would he say it back? Was it too soon?For a long moment, Haz didn’t say anything. He simply gazed at her with wide eyes, his expression unreadable. Elysia’s pulse quickened, and she pulled herself back just slightly, her chest tightening with a quiet uncertainty. Maybe it had been too much, too soon…And then, slowly, Haz blinked, and a small smile tugged at his lips. “You... love me?” His voice was barely above a whisper, a mixture of surprise and something else—something soft and full of affection. His thumb gently brushed against her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers.Elysia nodded, her heart still pounding in her chest, but now with a little less fear. “Yes,” she said, the word steady and sure. “I do.”For a long moment, there was silence—just the two of them lying there, wrapped in each other’s gaze. And then, Haz’s smile widened, his eyes softening with a warmth that made Elysia’s breath catch. Slowly, he reached for her, pulling her in close again, this time with a tenderness that took her by surprise.“I love you, too,” he whispered, his voice deep and full of sincerity. “I’ve loved you for longer than I even realized.”Elysia’s breath caught in her throat as the weight of his words settled over her. She hadn’t expected him to say it back so quickly, but hearing it from him, from Haz, was like hearing the melody of something she had been waiting to hear all her life. She felt her chest swell with emotion, her heart filled with an overwhelming warmth she hadn’t known she was capable of.She nestled closer to him, her fingers gently brushing the edge of his jaw. “It feels like I’ve been holding it in for so long… and now I just… I needed you to know.”Haz chuckled softly, his arms tightening around her as he kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad you did,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “I’m glad you love me, Elysia. You’ve got my heart—now and forever.”They stayed there for a long while, not wanting to move, not wanting to break the moment between them. The world outside seemed so far away, and for once, all that mattered was the quiet contentment they shared together in that moment.The morning was calling, the day was waiting, but for now, they could linger in each other’s embrace, knowing they had found something precious in each other.

chapter 20

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The night wound down, but for Haz and Elysia, the energy between them never waned. From the moment Haz had paid the booking fee, she was his, and they both relished in it. Every stolen touch, every whisper against her ear, every teasing brush of his fingers along her arm was a slow, deliberate build toward something inevitable.Elysia had spent the night in his arms, their bodies locked together on the dance floor, his hand splayed possessively on her waist as she melted against him. His voice was a low murmur against her temple, filled with praise and desire."You feel incredible," he'd whispered, lips barely grazing her skin, sending a shiver straight down her spine.She had barely managed to drink between dances, her focus entirely consumed by him—by the way he looked at her like she was the only thing worth seeing, by the way his fingers traced absentminded patterns along the inside of her wrist, making her pulse race. The club’s flashing lights cast shifting shadows over them, but it didn’t matter; they only saw each other. When she leaned in to murmur something teasing against his lips, he had caught her chin between his fingers and brushed his mouth over hers, just enough to leave her breathless.As the crowd began to thin, Haz's hand remained firm on her lower back, a silent claim, a promise. They had danced until the music faded, until the neon lights were the only thing illuminating their entwined forms. By the time they finally stepped outside into the cool morning air, it was like they were still in motion, their bodies drawn together as if the night had yet to end. The once-packed club had begun to thin, yet they remained in their own world, hands constantly seeking each other, bodies brushing together in the dim haze of neon and bass. Haz had paid the booking fee—Elysia was his for the night, and neither of them had taken that lightly. Every stolen touch, every whispered tease, every lingering gaze across the dance floor had only stoked the fire between them.As they finally stepped outside into the cool morning air, the neon glow reflected in Elysia’s bright eyes. Haz walked beside her, his hand resting lightly against the small of her back, a silent but steady presence that had been there all night. Even now, his fingers traced soft circles against her spine, unwilling to lose contact for even a moment.She exhaled, the cool air a welcome relief against her skin."That was... nice," she admitted, glancing up at him."Just nice?" he teased, arching a brow.She smirked. "Fine. It was more than nice."He chuckled, his fingers brushing against hers before he took her hand fully, giving it a slight squeeze. "Where to now?"Elysia hesitated only for a moment before tilting her head toward Lewd and Lascivious. "My room."Haz’s expression remained unreadable for a beat, but the warmth in his eyes never wavered. "Lead the way."The walk was silent but charged, the tension between them growing heavier with each step. Their hands never parted, fingers entwined with a sense of urgency neither spoke aloud. By the time they reached the hotel, Elysia barely managed to push open the door before Haz was on her, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss. It was slow at first, savoring, teasing, but as her fingers tangled into his soft white hair, he deepened it, pressing her back against the door.She gasped against his mouth as his hands roamed, mapping the curve of her waist, the small of her back. The room was dimly lit, but it didn't matter. All that existed was the feeling of him—his warmth, his breath, his need matching her own.
"I've wanted you like this all night," he whispered against her lips, his voice husky with longing.A shiver ran through her as she pressed closer. "Then take me," she murmured, her breath short as his fingers brushed the bare skin of her lower back.He pressed her against the plush bedding, his body hovering over hers, every movement deliberate, every touch filled with a heady mixture of dominance and tenderness. His lips found the curve of her throat, his breath hot against her skin. "Mine," he whispered, the word like a vow.She let herself surrender to him, her usual confidence melting into something softer, something vulnerable yet utterly thrilling. "Yours," she whispered back, her voice a breathless confession.And as he captured her lips once more, slow and deep, she knew she had never meant anything more.Elysia’s breath caught as his fingers slipped lower, finding their way beneath the delicate lace she wore. His touch was firm and knowing, a slow caress that sent tremors through her entire body. He dragged his fingers over her clit with exquisite precision, each stroke just enough to tease, to build a need inside her that begged for release.
Her back arched as he continued to toy with her, drawing out soft gasps and whimpers she couldn’t hold back. Every movement was deliberate, coaxing her closer and closer before easing away again."Such impatience," Haz murmured into her neck, each word a warm vibration against her skin. His fingers dipped lower, sliding inside with an achingly slow rhythm that matched the deliberate friction against her clit.The sound of her own voice surprised her—a pleading moan that only spurred him on, his touch unrelenting in its sweet torment.He shifted lower, his mouth tracing a path down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, capturing each nipple with a teasing flick of his tongue. She gasped as he lingered there, him savoring the soft sounds she made before continuing down her stomach, each kiss a promise that left her trembling beneath him.When he reached her clit, his breath was hot against her skin, and then he was on her with exquisite precision. His tongue traced deft patterns, flicking and circling with an expertise that sent shockwaves through her body.She cried out, hands fisting in the sheets as he sucked gently at first and then with increasing intensity, overwhelming any semblance of control she thought she had. Every movement was deliberate—relentless in its skillful rhythm—and she could feel herself unraveling."Please," the word escaped her in a desperate whisper, and he responded by redoubling his efforts, lips and tongue working in perfect harmony.Her release built like a storm, his name a breathless chant on her lips. She was close, achingly so, and he knew it—his tongue working with relentless expertise as she writhed beneath him."You taste incredible," Haz growled against her clit before sucking harder, the vibration of his voice sending shudders through her entire body. "Cum for me, my good girl," he murmured, and the words tipped her over the edge.Elysia shattered with a wild cry, each wave of pleasure crashing through her in rapid succession. He stayed on her, his mouth never easing, drawing out every last tremor until she was gasping for breath and utterly undone. She came again and again, each orgasm rolling into the next as he continued to lap at her with sweet precision.She tugged at his hair, desperate for a reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure, but Haz was relentless—determined to savor every moment of her unraveling until she had nothing left to give.Elysia’s heart pounded as she caught her breath, her body still trembling from the intensity. She knew what she wanted, and in a swift motion, she flipped Haz onto his back, straddling him with sudden urgency."Now it's my turn," she whispered, her voice sultry and commanding as she kissed him hard, tasting her own desire that he had drawn from her.His eyes widened with surprise and anticipation. Her hands were deft as they roamed over his chest, dragging his shirt up and off before trailing down to the waistband of his pants. The shift in power was electric, and he accepted to it without hesitation, his breath quickening under her touch.She moved lower, lips tracing over each new inch of exposed skin. "I've wanted you like this all night," she echoed with a teasing smirk, mirroring his earlier words.Her fingers worked with practiced skill, undoing his belt and unzipping his zipper.She tugged his pants off in one swift motion, revealing the hard length of him, already slick with need. Her eyes darkened with desire, and she wasted no time capturing him in her mouth, tongue swirling to taste the evidence of his arousal.The low groan that escaped Haz was full of raw need, his hands threading through her hair as she worked him with eager intensity. She took him deep, hollowing her cheeks before pulling back slowly, savoring every moment.He shuddered as she flicked her tongue across the head, lapping up the precum that glistened there. "Elysia," he breathed, the sound caught between a plea and a command.Her name on his lips only fueled her more. She increased her pace, a perfect rhythm that left him panting beneath her. The shift was intoxicating, and she relished every second of it.His hips bucked as she sucked harder, taking all of him before he spilled into her.She swallowed the heat of him, her eyes locked on his until he was utterly spent. She let the moment linger—his breathless surrender a victory she savored before crawling back up to kiss him deeply.He flipped her again with sudden, fluid strength, pinning her beneath him. "I want more," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reached for the bedside table.Elysia’s pulse quickened as he pulled out a silk tie, wrapping it around her wrists with deliberate care. "You trust me?" Haz asked, his voice low and serious for just a beat.Her nod was immediate, eyes bright with anticipation. "Completely."His smile widened as he bound her hands above her head, the fabric smooth against her skin but firm in its hold. His mouth was on hers once more before trailing down her throat, marking each inch as if claiming new territory.He broke away unexpectedly, leaving her breathless and wanting. Elysia's eyes widened in surprise as he slipped off the bed and strolled casually to his bag. Haz held up a small bottle, shaking it with a mischievous grin.She squirmed against the binding, her body flushed and eager as he knelt between her legs. She spread them open without hesitation, giving him a view that made him groan. He slicked his fingers with lubricant, locking eyes with her as he pressed one finger inside.Elysia inhaled sharply, biting her lip at the sudden intrusion and the thrill of him taking her like this. His finger moved slowly, exploring before adding a second, stretching her gently but insistently.The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure heightened by the pressure of being filled.His fingers worked deeper, coaxing her open as he added a third. Elysia cried out, the intensity of it all-consuming, each stroke sending shivers through her.Then he was there—the blunt head of his cock pressing against her with tantalizing pressure. He pushed slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely in a way that stole her breath. The delicious stretch and fullness sent her spiraling into a new realm of pleasure she’d never imagined.Elysia gasped as he seated himself fully inside. "Oh my gods," she moaned, overwhelmed by sensation.Haz groaned deeply, reveling in how tight she was around him. He pulled back almost completely before thrusting in again with exquisite control. His pace built steadily, the rhythm relentless and consuming."You're incredible," he panted, eyes dark with lust as he watched her writhe beneath him.Her body was on fire, every nerve alive with bliss. The tie binding her wrists heightened the intensity of each thrust, and she was lost in the pleasure of him taking her completely.Elysia felt herself unraveling once more, and Haz was right there with her—matching her desperate urgency with his own.He drove into her with powerful strokes, deep and fast as both of them raced toward release. She could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps, feel him losing control as she clenched around him."Fuck," he groaned, the sound raw and unrestrained as his rhythm faltered. He buried himself inside her with one final, desperate thrust, pouring into her with a heat that sent them both spiraling over the edge.Elysia cried out in ecstasy as she came again, body pulsing around him while he filled her completely. Each wave of pleasure left her trembling and breathless beneath him.With a final groan, Haz pulled out, a rush of heat spilling over her thighs. He lay next to her for a moment, both of them catching their breath, before untying the silk from her wrists and kissing her gently."Be right back," he murmured with a satisfied grin, heading to the bathroom.Elysia watched him go, feeling the warm evidence of his release still between her legs. She stretched luxuriously on the bed, savoring the delicious ache and the freedom of being unbound.Water ran faintly in the other room, and she smiled at how utterly undone she was—limbs heavy and heart racing. The scent of him lingered on her skin, Elysia relishing how thoroughly he had claimed every part of her.Haz returned with a warm, damp cloth, his touch surprisingly tender as he cleaned her with gentle care. Elysia shivered at the contrast between this and their earlier ferocity, feeling cherished in a way that made her heart flutter.“How are you doing?” Haz asked softly, brushing hair from her face with his fingertips.Elysia melted into his touch, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Amazing,” she replied, eyes soft with affection as she looked up at him. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”He smiled, the warmth of it reaching his eyes. “I’m glad,” he said, pulling her into his arms. They lay tangled together, heartbeats steadying in the quiet aftermath.The comforting weight of him against her was grounding, and she nestled closer, breathing in the familiar scent of him. Haz stroked her back in slow circles, each motion easing the leftover tension from her muscles.“Was I too much?” he asked."Maybe just enough," Elysia replied, tilting her face up for a kiss. It was soft and lingering, a sweet contrast to their earlier passion. She felt safe and cherished wrapped in his arms, the world fading away as they lay together.Elysia pulled back slightly, her gaze steady on his. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper but resonating with sincerity.Haz smiled tenderly, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “You make it easy,” he replied, his words warm and genuine. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a cocoon, sealing them off from everything except each other.They stayed like that for a while, nestled in the afterglow and lost in the quiet comfort of skin on skin. Elysia listened to the steady beat of Haz’s heart beneath her ear, feeling utterly at peace even as new thoughts began to stir within her.Elysia shifted slightly, pressing herself closer against Haz as if to make sure he was still there—that this was real. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only by the rhythmic sound of their breaths. She let her fingers dance lazily across his skin, memorizing the way he felt beneath her touch.Haz exhaled a quiet chuckle, the vibration of it humming against her cheek. “You’re thinking again,” he teased, his hand slipping up to tangle gently in her hair.She smiled, though there was a weight to it. “I can’t help it,” she admitted. “You make me feel… safe. Like I don’t have to keep running from my past.”Haz tilted her chin up so their eyes met, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t,” he said simply, as if it was the easiest truth in the world. “You’re here now, with me.”Something inside her cracked open at his words, a quiet kind of surrender. She didn’t need to say anything more. Instead, she let herself melt into the warmth of his embrace, letting the night wrap around them like a quiet promise.

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