Pierre approached Druqir, feeling like a small, defenseless creature seeking protection. The bold move he made by burying his face in Druqir's chest was a mixture of vulnerability and need. The scent emanating from Druqir, fresh and sharp like pine needles, invaded his senses, provoking an enveloping sense of security.

Druqir, imposing in his military uniform wrapped in a black cloak, radiated an authority that contrasted with Pierre's simple civilian clothes. These ordinary garments accentuated his fragility, highlighting him as someone unprotected in the face of Druqir's overwhelming power. Pierre wondered if that sense of security was just an illusion, a seductive trap that would lead him to ruin. But for a brief moment, he allowed himself to forget his doubts, surrendering to the comfort of Druqir's arms.

“For Druqir, love was a paradox—a costly weakness that Elite Warriors could ill afford, yet it now consumed him entirely. Despite this, his fingers betrayed his resolve, gently caressing Pierre's cheek with a tenderness that made his lips form an involuntary pout.”

The silence that enveloped them was dense and palpable, charged with electric tension. Druqir's words, though sensual, were impregnated with a desire he tried, in vain, to control. His fingers slid through Pierre's hair, each touch a promise of something deeper, a connection that transcended the physical. Druqir let his fingers wander through Pierre's hair, each movement carrying an unspoken promise, a silent desire that spread like fire through his veins.

Pierre, biting his lower lip, felt both attracted and repelled at the same time. There was something almost magnetic about Druqir, a force that pulled him closer and pushed him away. He longed to embrace Druqir, not to lose himself, but to find himself, to remember what it was like to allow himself to be with someone without fear.

When Druqir opened his mouth to speak, Pierre surprised him with a passionate kiss, taking possession of Druqir's mouth with an urgency that made him tremble. It was as if a spark had ignited a flame within him, a flame that grew and consumed all his defenses.

As Pierre kissed him passionately, Druqir felt Pierre's hands exploring his body, caressing his back and hips with an intensity that seemed to want to merge them into a single entity. For a brief moment, nothing else mattered. Neither the dangers lurking nor the secrets that surrounded them. Everything was reduced to the warmth of Pierre's body, to the sweetness of his lips, which fit perfectly against Druqir's, as if they had been made for each other.

“You want me,” Pierre murmured, his voice laden with determination.

“Yes, but there are things you don't…” Druqir began to protest, but was interrupted by Pierre's firmness.

“And I want you,” Pierre insisted, his voice defiant.

Druqir grunted, frustrated and excited at the same time, as Pierre moved toward him again. Deciding to silence the part of his mind that questioned what he was doing, Druqir let his body take control.

“Let the universe burn,” he thought, surrendering to desire. With a firm motion, he turned Pierre's body, pinning him beneath him. Druqir's hips moved rhythmically, plunging deeply into Pierre, who arched his back in response, his fingers digging into Druqir's skin in a mix of pain and pleasure.

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“Yes… yes… yes…” The word was moaned in Druqir's ear, bringing a smile to his face. He could feel Pierre's climax approaching, a glow that illuminated the room in a way only he could perceive. Even on the brink of ecstasy, Druqir knew that war still awaited him, but at that moment, none of that mattered.

He grabbed Pierre's hips firmly, adjusting each movement to maximize pleasure. When Pierre screamed, his body convulsing in wild abandon, Druqir felt his own release imminent, the pleasure growing until it exploded in a wave that filled him completely.

Pierre felt Druqir spill into him, the heat of the moment flooding him with an overwhelming sensation. As blood roared in his ears, drowning out the surrounding sounds, he realized Druqir was whispering words in a language he didn't understand. The tone was reverent, and the embrace overwhelmingly possessive.

The next day, Pierre awoke with a sense of comfort and tranquility. Looking at Lieutenant General Druqir, still asleep in his arms, he noticed the imposing figure beside him. Druqir, with his strong and commanding presence, exuded a charm that not even his slightly disheveled hair could diminish; on the contrary, it enhanced his beauty in a unique way.

The General's features were striking: a strong and well-defined jaw, a firm mouth that conveyed authority, a prominent nose, and thick eyebrows that lent intensity to his deep gaze. Pierre found himself reflecting on the paradoxes of life and laughed inwardly as he considered the sequence of events: falling in love, sharing a bed, and then dealing with the consequences.

He had accepted Lady Crarina's proposal, but now he wondered if he was truly benefiting from the money and the sex with her son. “Yes, that's exactly it,” he thought, accepting with simple understanding his role as the 'star rogue.'

When Druqir began to stir, Pierre felt a slight insecurity about how he should act. He considered making a sarcastic joke, assuming a carefree attitude, or playing the role of the defenseless being that needs care. But he decided on a softer approach, hiding the sharper aspects of his personality.

With a relaxed smile, Pierre said:

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

Druqir slowly opened his eyes, a smile forming on his lips.

“Good morning, Milanion,” he replied, using the name Pierre had assumed. “How did you sleep?”

Pierre slid a strand of Druqir's hair behind his ear, in a gesture of unexpected tenderness.

“I slept well, thank you. And you?”

Druqir, caressing Pierre's face, answered sincerely:

“I slept very well. It's an incredible feeling to wake up next to you.”

Pierre smiled, but there was a pause in his response, a small hesitation that only he understood. He hadn't managed to slip away from Druqir before dawn, as waking up in bed with someone else was something he found extremely personal and intimate.

“I'm glad to hear that. You know, while you were sleeping, I was admiring your hair. It's really amazing.”

Druqir laughed softly.

“It's a mess now, I think.”

Pierre shook his head.

“No, actually, I think it became even more charming like this.”

With a smile on his face, Druqir leaned in to kiss Pierre's forehead.

“You're so sweet.”

Pierre returned the smile.

“I try.”

Druqir laughed again.

“I know you do.”

Pierre blinked, the lightness in his tone contrasting with the thoughts swirling in his mind.

“It's one of my many talents.”

With an affectionate look, Druqir agreed.

“I don't doubt it. But now, it's time for us to get up and start the day.”

Druqir got up, preparing for the ceremonies at the castle. Before leaving, he leaned over Pierre to share a kiss that made both their hearts race. It was a brief moment but loaded with meaning.

When Pierre finally left the room, he encountered Mrs. Peyton, and the atmosphere between them was charged with subtle tension. He felt a light discomfort, as if he had been caught in an act he shouldn't have committed, and Mrs. Peyton's expression reflected a disapproval he couldn't ignore.

The maternal figure of Peyton looked at him seriously and said, “Don't forget what happened to your mother, Sigune. Never get involved in other people's conflicts and affairs.”

Those words hit Pierre deeply. He realized he was getting involved in matters beyond his understanding and control, as Mrs. Peyton had perceived.

“I understand,” he replied, with a sigh of resignation.

With a softer voice, Peyton continued: “Loving doesn't just mean avoiding conflicts. Sometimes, it's necessary to face the storm head-on, to live fully. Don't allow yourself to live with wrong associations, understand, Milanion? Remember, anything you can't own up to in front of others is a mistake. Don't forget that.”

With a forced smile, Pierre nodded.

“Don't worry, Mrs. Peyton. I won't nourish this feeling. It's just a moment, it's just sex.” As he walked away from Mrs. Peyton, Pierre felt the weight of her words seep into his consciousness. He knew the path he was treading was dangerous, but for now, he chose to ignore the warning echoing in his mind. After all, he was a 'star rogue,' wasn't he?