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  The kiss deepened, consuming Lucas completely. He felt like he was falling, weightless and free, swept up in the tide of passion that surged between them. Ethan’s hands roamed over his body, igniting every nerve ending, sending sparks of electricity through his veins. Lucas couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—he only felt. Every brush of Ethan’s fingertips against his skin felt like fire, the heat of their bodies merging into one intoxicating blend of desire. Lucas surrendered fully, allowing himself to be swept away by the tidal wave of feelings that rushed over him. He had never felt anything like this—never felt so alive. Ethan pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his lips glistening from their shared heat. He looked into Lucas’s eyes, the intensity swirling between them palpable. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “So open, so eager.” Lucas felt his cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding th...

  Lucas spent the next few days in a haze, his mind consumed with thoughts of Ethan. Each moment felt heavy, filled with the weight of unfulfilled desire. He threw himself into his art, splattering paint onto canvas with a fervor that both exhilarated and exhausted him. But no matter how hard he tried to distract himself, Ethan lingered in the corners of his mind, a shadow that wouldn’t fade. The intensity of their last encounter haunted him. The way Ethan had held him, the whispered promises that sent shivers down his spine. Lucas felt trapped, a moth drawn irresistibly to the flame, knowing the risks but unable to pull away. His phone buzzed again one evening, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, half-expecting to see Ethan’s name again, but it was a text from his agent. Agent: Great news! A gallery wants to showcase your work next month. Let’s meet to discuss details. Lucas sighed, a flicker of excitement lighting up his chest. It was an opportunity he could...

  The days that followed were a blur for Lucas. He threw himself into his art, trying to drown out the persistent thoughts of Ethan that haunted his every waking moment.  But no matter how much he painted, no matter how hard he tried to focus on his work, Ethan was there—in the back of his mind, in every brushstroke, in the heat that lingered in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't seen or heard from Ethan since that night outside the gallery. But somehow, Lucas knew it wasn’t over. It was never going to be that simple. Ethan had left his mark, a presence that wouldn’t fade, and Lucas found himself caught in an invisible web, each thread tightening the longer he resisted. It was late one evening when his phone buzzed with a text message. Lucas grabbed it from his worktable, glancing at the screen. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the name. Ethan. A single message: Meet me. No explanation. No location. No details. And yet, Lucas knew exactly what he meant. There was only one p...

  Lucas stood in the center of the gallery, the silence engulfing him now that Ethan had left. His mind replayed every word, every touch, every heated glance exchanged between them. He was trembling—was it from nerves or desire? He couldn’t tell anymore. Who was Ethan? And how could a stranger have such an immediate, visceral effect on him? Lucas clenched his fists, his breath uneven as he tried to shake off the daze. The weight of Ethan’s presence still lingered, like a thick fog wrapping around his senses, refusing to let go. His eyes fell on one of his paintings, the chaotic strokes of color and texture that mirrored the storm brewing inside him. He’d always poured his emotions into his art—fear, pain, desire—but now, standing there, he realized how exposed his work made him.  Ethan had seen right through him, as if each brushstroke was a piece of his soul laid bare for the world to see. It unnerved him, how someone could look at his art and unravel him so easily. “Damn it,...

  The echo of Ethan’s words hung in the air between them. Lucas could feel the pulse in his throat quicken, a rush of something unfamiliar filling his chest. How did this man know him? And why did it feel like their meeting had been inevitable? His mind was a whirl of confusion, but his body betrayed him, drawn to the intensity of Ethan's presence. Lucas’s hand still tingled where Ethan had touched it, and the way Ethan’s eyes bore into his made it hard to think straight. "I know?" Lucas repeated, attempting to steady his voice, but it came out quieter than intended. Ethan’s smirk deepened, his hand lingering just a fraction longer than necessary before releasing Lucas’s. He stepped even closer, invading Lucas's personal space, their bodies nearly touching. "Your art speaks volumes about you, Lucas. It’s raw, intense... unfiltered. I see everything in it." Lucas blinked, trying to process Ethan’s words. He’d heard compliments about his work before, but this ...

  Lucas gazed out at the vibrant crowd mingling in the gallery, each person admiring his artwork as if they truly understood the chaos he poured into it. He wasn’t one for big events, especially not for himself, but his agent insisted.   "It’ll be good for exposure," she said. Lucas didn’t care about the exposure. He cared about the art—his emotions, splattered in abstract colors on canvas. Yet, something was different tonight. The air felt heavier, more charged. His eyes darted across the room, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces, but they kept being drawn to one man standing in the far corner.   Tall, brooding, and dressed in a sharp black suit, the stranger looked out of place in the crowd of art lovers. His stance was casual, but his eyes were fixed, dark and focused—on Lucas. A shiver ran down Lucas's spine, his skin tingling under the weight of the man's intense gaze. He tried to ignore it, turning his attention back to a group of patrons discussing one of his ...

  Episode 4: Lost in the Rain An hour had passed, and the rain hadn’t let up. Arson sat in his small, empty house, staring out the window. He couldn’t stop thinking about the boy.  He had told him to leave, but something didn’t feel right. What if something happened to him? What if he was hurt—or worse? Cursing under his breath, Arson jumped to his feet and ran out into the storm. His heart pounded as he searched the streets, calling out for Jae-ho.  “Where are you?” he shouted, his voice barely carrying over the sound of the rain. After what felt like an eternity, Arson’s powers picked up a faint presence. Following the energy, he found Jae-ho huddled in a corner, soaked to the bone, clutching a piece of rotten bread. His small body was trembling, and his face was pale. Arson’s chest tightened. “You idiot,” he muttered under his breath as he approached. Jae-ho looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. He didn’t say anything, but the tears on his face said it all. Arson c...

  Episode 3: The Strangers Meet The night was filled with the sound of falling rain, echoing across the empty streets. Arson, just ten years old, walked home in the storm. His footsteps were slow but steady, unfazed by the weather.   His face, though young, carried a seriousness beyond his age. He had learned early on that showing emotions made you weak. But as he passed through a narrow alleyway, he saw a group of boys huddled around something—or rather, someone. Curiosity got the best of him, and he slowed down, peeking through the shadows. What he saw made him stop.   There was a boy, probably younger than him, being beaten. The boy was small and fragile, his clothes torn, and his face covered in mud and bruises. The group of bullies seemed to enjoy tormenting him, kicking him while he was down. Arson turned away. It wasn’t his problem. He had learned long ago not to get involved in other people’s business. But just as he began to walk away, he heard a scream—one fill...

  Introduction:   "Fate will be only one that you belongs to only me , No matter where you are I will find you....You should'nt be able to leave my side". Arson who once doesn't feel anything towards Jae-ho become suddenly so Obsessed with him that all things were shattered around him....He only thinks of Jae-ho all the time as we wanted to devour him.....

                      FATE WILL BRING YOU TO ME Episode 1: Unraveled Fate The night was violent, storm clouds swirling overhead as Jae-ho walked alone, his steps heavy on the rain-soaked pavement. He barely noticed the world around him until a flash of blue lightning split the sky. Suddenly, his body was engulfed by an unfamiliar energy, his eyes glowing the same electric blue. His heart raced as he stopped in his tracks. "This... can't be happening," he whispered, panic creeping into his voice. Before he could make sense of it, a figure appeared ahead of him—Arson. He stood still, drenched in the rain, his face even darker under the shadow of exhaustion, with black circles framing his intense eyes. "You..." Arson's voice was low and dangerous. "You really thought you could just leave me?" Jae-ho froze. He hadn’t expected to see Arson again, not like this. "I didn’t mean to," he stammered. "I had no choice. Please, understand." ...