By Zephyria 
three
A strange, eerie feeling jolted Dane awake. He reflexively shot up and scanned his surroundings. He strained his ears, but there was no sound.
……Was it just his imagination?
There were no noticeable changes. Yet, for some reason, the chilling sensation wouldn’t dissipate. Dane reached out and turned on the lamp on the side table. After confirming once more that he was alone in the room, he got out of bed and slowly wandered around. Only after touching each wall and examining every corner of the furniture did he finally sigh. It was just his imagination after all…….
Just as he was about to return to bed, something caught Dane’s eye. It was the window covered with thick blackout curtains. He stood there for a moment, glaring at it, before abruptly yanking the curtains open.
“Ha.”
A dumbfounded gasp escaped his lips. There was nothing outside the window. He was speechless for a moment as he stared at the solid black wall blocking the view. He immediately tore down the curtains, wrapped them around his hand, and shattered the windowpane. He then clutched his hand, cursing at the stinging pain that spread through it. Carefully avoiding the shards, he reached out through the broken glass, but he was right. The rough texture was definitely rock.
What the hell…….
He couldn’t make sense of the situation. Frowning, he stood there for a moment, and then something flashed through his mind.
Could it be.
Dane rushed out of the room. Small lamps were spaced along the walls, providing enough light to distinguish objects, but it was still excessively dark.
Shouldn’t it be daylight by now? Could it still be night? That must be it, it must still be night…….
He desperately tried to deny the rising sense of foreboding as he ran around the house. And finally, Dane was left standing in the middle of the living room with a blank expression. The entire house was the same. It was as if the villa, which had clearly been above ground, had sunk into the earth, completely sealed off on all sides.
That bastard…….
He was beyond exasperated, but there was only one person who could explain this situation. Furious, Dane roared.
“Grayson Miller!”
Desire Me if you can
Dane burst into the room, throwing the door open violently, and let out a dumbfounded sigh. The culprit behind this absurd situation was shamelessly fast asleep, even wearing an eye mask.
That damn bastard.
Unable to restrain himself, Dane strode over and snatched the eye mask away.
“Wake up, now!”
“Ah…….”
At Dane’s shout, Grayson, who had been lying there with his eyes closed, slowly stirred, letting out a reluctant groan as if waking up from sleep.
……Yeah right, he was probably just pretending to be asleep.
He wasn’t going to be fooled by this son of a bitch again. Dane gritted his teeth and waited for Grayson to get up. But he showed no sign of getting out of bed. Instead, Grayson remained lying down with his eyes closed, serenely reciting as if singing a song.
“I can only wake up with a kiss.”
Instead of a kiss, Dane slapped Grayson across the cheek without hesitation. Grayson, startled, covered his cheek with one hand and blinked, and Dane violently grabbed his collar, hauled him up, and dragged him towards the living room.
He threw Grayson onto the sofa with a thud, then stood with his arms crossed, looking down at him.
“Alright, now talk.”
He spat the words through gritted teeth, but Grayson just stared off to one side with a swollen face. He was clearly broadcasting, ‘I’m in a very bad mood,’ but Dane didn’t care. The fact that he was wearing cute pajamas with puppies on them only infuriated Dane more. Where did he even get those?
Since it’s a villa, there must be a few changes of clothes somewhere.
Dane convinced himself of this, then harshly pressed Grayson.
“What the hell is going on? What are you plotting! Can’t you speak up? I swear!”
Dane raised his hand to hit Grayson again, but then he hesitated.
Ashley Miller might have abused his son.
Of course, that was probably just another one of this man’s outrageous lies. Even as he thought that, he couldn’t bring himself to raise his hand easily. He had already hit him and shouted at him several times, but now that that thought had entered his mind, he couldn’t do it anymore.
In the end, Dane reluctantly sat down on the opposite sofa and spoke in a softer tone.
“Explain what’s going on.”
He tried his best to remain calm, but of course, it wasn’t easy. Grayson finally opened his mouth, speaking in a spiteful voice to Dane, who was glaring at him with barely contained rage.
“I told you.”
“Told me what?”
Dane instinctively clenched his fists at Grayson’s infuriating face. Grayson rolled his eyes at Dane and smirked.
“I told you, this villa was built by Papa to imprison Daddy.”
“So?”
The word ‘imprison’ was strangely unsettling.
“You’re saying you imprisoned me? Does that even make sense?”
Dane pointed out the flaw in his logic, dumbfounded.
“Josh will be here soon. Do you think you can get away with this? That guy was a search specialist. Do you think he won’t find this place?”
As he spoke, he let out a disbelieving laugh. Dane pointed at Grayson with his finger and continued.
“And you seem to be forgetting, the chip inside you is broadcasting your location. And you’re imprisoning me? Here? Do you think you can succeed?”
Grayson gave a faint smile at Dane, who leaned back against the sofa with a smirk. Just as Dane felt a sense of unease, Grayson spoke in a slow voice.
“He won’t find it.”
Dane didn’t react immediately. He remained deeply sunk into the sofa for a moment, then spoke.
“……What?”
“No one will find it, no one.”
Grayson repeated the same words, grinning. Only then did Dane slowly pull himself away from the back of the sofa.
“What are you talking about? Explain it so I can understand.”
A rough voice leaked out through gritted teeth. Grayson, however, continued to speak calmly.
“This villa was built by Papa to imprison Daddy.”
“You already said that.”
Dane was getting tired of him repeating the same thing. Grayson smirked again as Dane grew irritated.
“So, no one can find it.”
Dane fell silent. Grayson added, looking at him with wavering eyes.
“If you had paid attention to your family earlier, you would have known about this secret device.”
The color gradually drained from Dane’s face. Reality slowly began to sink in. Was it true? Did that bastard imprison him? No one could find him, him?
“Surely, you’re lying…….”
“I’m not.”
Grayson easily crushed Dane’s last hope, smiling brightly as if he couldn’t be happier.
“You can’t leave here, not until I let you.”
Dane was completely stunned as he stared at him. Grayson chuckled.
“Shut up, raise the villa to the surface right now!”
Dane roared, jumping to his feet. This was absurd. Just the two of them here? Was he trying to drive him crazy? Absolutely not.
“You hate being with me that much?”
“Of course!”
Dane grabbed Grayson’s collar and roughly pulled him up, disgusted by his pathetic act.
“Raise the villa now! Do it right now! Or I’ll kill you!”
Of course, that was impossible. He knew very well that if he killed Grayson Miller now, he would be trapped in this ridiculous space forever. But he couldn’t help himself.
Grayson sighed.
“If you hate it that much, I guess I have no choice.”
What? That easily?
Dane hesitated, and Grayson took his hand away and turned around. He probably knew that Dane wouldn’t really kill him. Yet, Dane couldn’t help but be suspicious of his willingness to comply. What was he thinking?
Dane stared intently at Grayson’s back as he walked across the living room. He opened a drawer in one of the cabinets, and inside was a remote control. If he just pressed that button……! The moment Grayson placed his thumb on the particularly noticeable red button, Dane momentarily felt a surge of hope. However.
“Oops.”
Grayson dropped the remote control on the floor. Dane froze for a moment at the obviously deliberate action, and then Grayson raised his foot and mercilessly stomped on the remote control with his heel. With a sickening crunch, the remote control shattered into pieces. Dane was too shocked to speak. Grayson looked at him, who was just standing there with his mouth open, and said.
“Oh dear, it broke.”
Grayson’s cheeks were flushed as he looked at Dane with a suggestive gaze.
“Let’s get along, Dane Striker. It’s just the two of us here.”
It was the scariest thing Dane had ever heard in his life. Grayson smiled brightly as he looked at Dane, who had turned completely pale.
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That crazy bastard.
Dane sat with his arms crossed, legs wide apart, one leg shaking like crazy. Opposite him, Grayson Miller sat with his eyes sparkling, legs primly together, facing Dane.
After the commotion, Dane had to punch the wall several times to calm himself down. It was only about ten minutes ago that he had managed to calm down somewhat after withdrawing his hands, which were all swollen and bruised.
“Haa.”
Dane closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly opened them. That thing was definitely a fake remote. He would be in danger if something went wrong, and he was definitely not the kind of person who would risk his life for such a foolish thing.
If he held out for a few days, he would get tired and give up on his own.
Even if he didn’t, there would be an opening eventually. Until then, he would find a way to escape from here by any means possible. To make that happen, there was nothing else he could do but buy time for now.
But there was something he needed to know first.
“What do you want so badly that you’re going this far? Are you pulling this crazy stunt just to find out about my Trait?”
“No.”
Unexpectedly, Grayson denied Dane’s guess. Dane frowned as if to ask what it was, and he smiled and said.
“I want to sleep with you.”
“Ha.”
Dane tilted his head back in disbelief. He looked up at the fancy chandelier on the ceiling for a moment, then looked back down at Grayson and slowly got up from the sofa.
“Bend over, I’ll fuck you. But don’t blame me if I throw up on your back while I’m doing it.”
“No way.”
Grayson immediately denied Dane, who was unbuckling his belt. When Dane stopped, he cheerfully added.
“I have something I need to see. I can’t see it if you’re the one fucking me.”
What the hell was he talking about?
“See what?”
When he asked with a still-frowning face, Grayson narrowed his eyes. It was another unexpected reaction. Seeing Dane frown even more, Grayson’s lips curled up slightly.
“You don’t know.”
“So, what is it?”
Dane asked again, but Grayson just kept smiling. He wanted to punch that face, but he held back. He needed to conserve his energy for now. He didn’t know when the opportunity would come…
As he thought that, something flashed through Dane’s mind. He glared at Grayson suspiciously and slowly opened his mouth.
“Don’t tell me you have food prepared too?”
Grayson blinked with a still-smiling face. Dane gnashed his teeth at another ominous reaction.
“Answer me, you fucking bastard.”
At the ominous grinding sound, Grayson scratched his cheek and chuckled.
“I was wondering what to answer.”
“Don’t push it.”
Dane slowly raised his fist. At the unspoken pressure that he would smash his nuts with it, Grayson soon answered.
“I do, a lot.”
Desire Me if you can
The storage warehouse, designed to connect directly to the basement of the mansion, was right next to the living room. The thing that had looked like a back door the day before was now a space connected to the storage warehouse. When Grayson opened the door in front of him, Dane’s mouth dropped open at the enormous amount of food in front of him. Not even the storage of an average military unit would be this big. Starting with simple instant foods, all kinds of canned goods were on display in the warehouse, which also contained a huge refrigerator. It was also full of all kinds of processed meats, poultry, and vegetables in airtight containers. He had been eating rotten bread the day before with all this stuff. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Dane took a deep breath, resisting the urge to punch the wall again. At this rate, he could eat for three years even if the world ended. He was trying to imprison his partner, but it was like building a bunker.
Dominant Alphas are all crazy.
Thinking that Ashley Miller was definitely crazy too, just like Grayson, Dane gestured with his chin.
“Go in.”
“No, are you trying to lock me up?”
Grayson refused immediately, as expected. Dane kicked him without a word. Grayson staggered with a groan and was forced into the warehouse, and Dane stood leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and said.
“You have to prepare a meal, take out what you need.”
Grayson scratched his head and asked.
“Uh… then what about the cooking…?”
“Of course you have to do it. You’re imprisoning me and telling me to make the meal? Do you really want to die?”
When Dane growled, Grayson turned around with a dejected face and began to look around. He seemed to be hesitating, then picked up a can. Dane watched him silently. Dane watched Grayson continue to pick up cans for a while, then finally opened his mouth.
“Hey.”
Grayson paused and looked back at him. Dane asked suspiciously with narrow eyes.
“What are you trying to make right now?”
“Uh… um.”
Grayson looked down at the cans he was holding. They were all chicken breasts. He raised his head again and smiled.
“Protein?”
“Hey.”
Dane felt a vein popping in his temple and finally stepped away from the door frame and strode inside. He put everything back where it belonged except for one, then quickly scanned the cupboard and found vegetables and canned goods to replace the seasoning and quickly piled them on Grayson’s arms. Finally, Dane took a beer out of the refrigerator and went outside first, looking back at him.
“Come out, you idiot.”
Grayson came out of the storage warehouse and stood in the living room as he was told, and Dane closed the door behind him as if to show off and pointed to the kitchen with his chin. Again, he did as he was told, and Dane, leaning against the panel, gestured with his chin again and said.
“Start.”
Grayson blinked and pointed at himself with his finger. Dane pointed alternately at the canned goods he had just taken out and at Grayson with his eyes. Only then did Grayson ask in disbelief.
“Do it? To me? Cooking? Really?”
The sentence structure was a mess. He had definitely said it before, but he clearly didn’t think it was serious. Dane raised his fist without a word to Grayson, who was clearly flustered. Grayson began to open the cans one by one with a gloomy expression. Dane watched Grayson and took a can of beer to his mouth and gulped it down. As he followed Grayson’s actions with his eyes, something in the corner of the kitchen came into view. He stepped away from the panel and strode over to pick it up.
“Hey.”
Grayson raised his head at the call. Dane held out what he was holding and said.
“Wear it.”
Grayson moved his gaze from Dane’s face to his hand. There was an apron full of frills.
“Wear it? This? To me?”
Grayson said in a mess again. Dane nodded without a word, replacing the word “yes.” Grayson took it with a reluctant expression, but unexpectedly shrugged and readily put it over his head. When Dane thought it was unexpected to see him diligently tying the ribbon behind his back, Grayson suddenly raised his head and smiled lewdly.
“I’m wearing this, so let’s do it now.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
When Dane spat out an expletive with a blank face, Grayson got annoyed for the first time.
“I don’t sleep with someone I’ve slept with once. I only need to sleep with you once, why don’t you want to?”
“Let me correct you, it’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you, it’s that I don’t like you.”
“Then just let me put my cock in and out once.”
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t like repeating the same thing? Remember that, you walnut head. If you make me say it again, I won’t let you off the hook.”
Grayson finally shut his mouth when Dane gave his last warning. Dane was about to go back to his seat and drink his beer when Grayson said to him.
“Eventually, you’ll sleep with me.”
When Dane turned around, Grayson was smiling with a confident face. Dane smiled back.
And he turned over the can of beer he was drinking and poured it over Grayson’s head.
Desire Me if you can
As he had the day before, Grayson lay in bed getting ready to sleep. Everything was going as expected. In just a few days, Dane would eventually wave the white flag. No one in the world could endure this situation. He held all the keys, and victory was so obvious.
Butterfly.
Grayson raised his hand in the air and gently clenched it.
That’s all I need to confirm.
He closed his eyes, looking forward to the day that would come soon. He seemed to faintly feel the scent of that time on the tip of his nose.
…or so he thought.
Huh?
Grayson suddenly woke up. Something felt strange. He didn’t know if it was because he was still drowsy from sleep or for some other reason, but he was sure that something was wrong.
Someone is…
When he realized that, Grayson met the eyes of a man standing over him with his knees on his body, looking down at him.
Dane Striker.
“Why are you here…”
Am I dreaming?
As he opened his mouth with a dazed feeling, a sudden Pheromone scent washed over him.
…Heat cycle.
Seeing Dane’s flushed face and shoulders heaving with rapid breaths, Grayson was sure.
He’s in Heat cycle.
At the same time, his heart began to beat like crazy.