So close, the force they were building was overwhelming. Damiá as if his body could dissolve into atoms at any moment. The sensation was so intehat he wondered if he could even kill someone if Adam were to stop now. He climaxed, moaning, every muscle tensed. It was almost too much. "Almost."

  "When Damián realized he was dissolving in pleasure, his body trembled, tormented by desire... Damiá a desperate urgency. And then, with gratitude and tenderness, he leaned in and murmured; 'You're the first, the first man...'"

  Adam pulled Damián's hair, drawing him closer as he anded. With powerful thrusts, he hit a spot that turned moans into a long—and intense asm. Damián shuddered against him, his legs trembling. When Adam finally slowed down and looked at Damián, he saw his tousled hair and shining face.

  'You're mine,' he muttered, tinuing the intense movement inside Damián. Each thrust was a testament to his voracious desire. I love you, Damián," Adam whispered, his words den with siy aion.

  Damián lifted his gaze to meet Adam's eyes. "He choked on the words. To him, it was just ABO sex."

  Damián closed his eyes at Adam's touch, scivious, scivious...

  Damián was so aroused that when Adam positioned pillows under his gleaming belly—the ensuing motion was long and delicious. They started slowly. When Damiá he was nearing climax, Adam withdrew ahe heat diminish. And thearted again, guiding with one hand and feeding the fire of pleasure at the same iy. Damián began to move his hips, shouting. It was like administering lunatic ecstasies.

  The night gave way to a new day, the first rays of suly illuminating the world. The room was enveloped in serenity, a trast to the tempestuous passion that had unfolded ho.

  As dawn emerged, Adam and Damián were entwiheir bodies seeking warmth and so each other's arms. Traces of their shared ecstasy floated in the air, an invisible bond eg them iermath of their intimacy.

  Slowly, as the m light intensified, Damián awakened. His eyes opened, refleg te and vulnerability. He gazed at Adam, feeling a newly discovered closehat left him uain.

  Damián pohe iy of their ret experience, seeking a stific, logical, and physiological expnation for the profound e they had shared. As he pted ransmitters and chemical reas, he aowledged that, no matter how much he tried to decipher, there was an ineffable dimension in that bond that transded any rational analysis.

  The new day emerged with the promise of renewal. The dawn paihe sky with soft strokes of pink and e, as the sun asded on the horizon. In the majestiing hall of the mansion, the tables presehemselves as true works of art, meticulously set and adorned with arras of fresh flowers. Impeccably dressed waiters glided among the guests, their trays filled with delicacies that promised a feast for the senses.

  Damián and Adam, wearing more casual attire after the night of passion they had shared, moved gracefully among the guests. The curious gnces and discreet whispers that circuted revealed the group's perception of the shift in dynamics within that circle.

  As they took their seats at one of the tables, engaged in animated versation with Aster and Lord Mallet, a murmur of excitement rippled through the hall like aric current. All attention verged orance, where Callum entered with a magic presence. A subtle smile pyed on his lips, radiating a calm yet overwhelming fidence.

  Callum's warm greetings to those he entered were apanied by friendly words, leaving a trail of charm and elegance. He approached the table where Aster and Lord Mallet were seated, and their gazes met in an exge of subtle yet profound meanings. It was as if there was a shared uanding, a harmony that transded words.

  As Callum engaged in the versation at the table, the trio of young observers—Henry, Ava, and Mia—couldn't help but notice the shift in the group's dynamics with his presehe expressions on the faces of the three were revealing. Mia, with her eyes filled with a hope that stantly struggled for Callum's notid reition; Henry, whose envy of Damián was almost palpable; and Ava, who maintained a haughty posture, as if she believed herself superior to the orphan who now shared an equal space.

  The radiant sun reflected on the crystal-clear waters as the majestic yacht Kadman, christened "Eclipse," gently sliced through the azure sea. The wind pyed with the waves, creating a sense of freedom and tranquility. Onboard, a select group of guests gathered for a day of leisure and camaraderie.

  Adam and Damián, enjoying the space at the prow, shared secret smiles and gnces den with meaning. Beside them, Aster and Callum engaged in lively versation, seeming more at ease together than ever before. Behind them, Henry and Ava, Callum's cousins, exged veiled looks of superiority, the rest of the group with a mixture of curiosity and arrogance.

  Further ahead, Mia, Matt, Adam's cousins, and Penny, a close friend of Mia's, formed a small core of versation, ughing and sharing stories as they ehe sea breeze. The seven additional youths, children of uests, also blended into the se, each bringing their own personality and energy to the group.

  The atmosphere was light and rexed, with the yacht a range of eai options. While some chose to dive into the crystal-clear waters and explore the nearby reefs, others indulged in the joy of aquatic activities such as jet skiing and paddleb. The gourmet cuisine offered onboard elevated the experience even further, with a buffet brimming with delicious delicacies.

  As the yacht excursion tinued, Ava and Mia took advantage of the picturesque setting to capture memorable moments. With their smartphones in hand, they observed Callum and Aster engaged in animated versation at the edge of the deck, enjoying the gentle breeze and the maritime ndscape.

  Ava turo Mia with a mischievous smile and whispered, "Hey, how about we take some pictures of them? You know, just to tease them a bit."

  Mia ughed, enthusiastically agreeing. The two girls then began to snap several photos of Callum and Aster, capturing their genuine smiles, spiratorial gnces, and affeate gestures. Each image was a visual testament to the e between them, a record of that ued harmony.

  As Ava and Mia took the photos, they exged pyful and knowing gnces. It was as if they were sharing a secret, a pyful game that only they uood. Each click was a deliberate act of provocation, a way to poke at Crid challehe imposed ventions.

  After assembling a colle of photos, Ava and Mia looked at each other, smirking maliciously. In a spiratorial tone, Mia said, "I think we have enough material to pique Crice's curiosity a bit."

  With a deft tou their smartphohey sent the photos directly to Crice's number. It was a visual message, a subtle remihat things were ging, that Callum had moved on and found a new path.

  The yacht tis tranquil course as Ava and Mia exged pyful ghey khey had stirred up a small storm, a gentle breeze that would ripple the calm waters of Crice's life. And somehow, that brought them a sense of satisfa and freedom, a silent victory amidst the waves.

  On the deck of the luxurious yacht Eclipse, Callum, and Adam were preparing to explore the o depths with the small submarines on board.

  "This is something I've been looking forward to," Adam said with a smile, looking at the equipped and ready-to-go submarines. Callum nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

  They desded to the ptform where the submarines were anchored, dressed in diving gear and ready to embark.

  The moment they were alone, Damian turned his eyes to Aster and said calmly:

  "Don't let yourself get caught up in any passions or feelings that have no pce with Callum. Keep your defenses up."

  "Fet your 'Wendy Syndrome.'"

  "I am different from you; my nature has always led me to fleeting enters, to renewing is and moving on. So I always knew how to tell if I was loved or just wanted, if only for brief moments. Aster, you are one of those who, when in love, love for a lifetime.

  Damián tinued firmly:

  "I am telling you that before you save anyone, you must first save yourself!"

  Aster felt the bitter taste of ashes in his mouth. He did not want to lose his feelings for Emma; those feelings and memories were his refuge, his shield.

  "Don't worry, I uand..." Aster stressed.

  It seems that this is our st mission!

  Last mission?" Mia asked, looking directly at Aster.

  Damián replied, not sparing any sarcasm: "I thought this sort of thing was out of fashion, eavesdropping on other people's versations. It's so clichéd and y."

  Ava joins the discussion, looks directly at Damián, and then says firmly, "How dare you? eople of css, choose your words carefully! You orphan, rising above your position, it's almost an insult to those who were borled to all this.

  You don't belong here, no matter how hard you try to fit in." Her voice carries a tone of pt, as if the mere presence of Damián and Aster is an affront to their worldview.

  Damián looks at Ava for a moment, as if p her words, and thes out an exaggerated ugh. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize we were the vilins or sub-vilins of the weekend," he says with obvious sarcasm.

  "But you're right, every story needs its protagonists, antagonists, and vilins, right?" His answer is full of ironic humor, as if pying with her words.

  Aster: (with a smile) Oh, how sweet you all are, lucky me to have found such a strario like you. Let me guess: Protagonists? ly.

  Antagonists? Well, to be ho, I think we're a bit far away from that. But vilins... Ah, vilins have that challenging touch, a dark area that o be mastered. And you three? Well, you have the aura of sub-vilins, but you o step up.

  Aster seemed to be deliberately ign the actual meaning of what was said.