Always Yours

The heavy oak door of Dillion's quarters closed firmly behind him, the sound resonating through the quiet hallways. Shadows danced around the room from the flickering candlelight, casting a warm glow over the space.

As Dillon's eyes adjusted to the dim light, they landed on Niko, who had snuck in earlier to wait for him, and was now sitting on the edge of his bed, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers.

Niko's breath hitched as he saw Dillon's intense gaze, there was something thrilling yet slightly intimidating about the way he looked at him. Dillon's eyes had a fierce, unyielding intensity that sent shivers up Niko's spine, making his pulse race.

Slowly, Dillon crossed the room, his boots silent on the thick carpet, each step deliberate. Niko's heart thundered as he watched Dillon draw nearer, his throat tightening with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.