Chapter Twenty-Four: Nagant's Turn
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The soft rustle of fabric echoed through the grand chambers of the Dome's Inner Sanctum, where the throne stood like the heart of a kingdom—Crow's kingdom.
As Nejire reluctantly slid off his lap, flushed and breathless, her legs wobbling from exhaustion, a new figure moved with silent intensity.
Lady Nagant.
Her sultry violet eyes locked onto Crow like a predator eyeing her prize. In an instant, she was at his side, not waiting for permission, not asking—claiming.
She wrapped her arms around his right side, her body pressed tightly to his, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Possessive. Obsessive. Addicted.
"Mine…" she whispered under her breath, barely audible.
Crow didn't resist—he simply looked at her with calm authority. He knew. The charm quirks had already done their work, but Nagant's obsession had something more: a deadly edge.
Her hand trailed up to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with reverence, her fingers trembling. "I don't care how many others you have. Just let me stay here… like this."
She tilted her head and planted a slow, almost reverent kiss on his neck.
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The other girls stiffened—Mirko's eye twitched as her jealousy spiked again.
"She's clinging to him like a damn leech…" the bunny growled.
"She always moves in so smooth," Mina huffed, her cheeks puffed.
"So cool and… confident," Momo muttered.
But none dared to move forward. Not when Nagant had the floor. Her icy, sultry demeanor was enough to make the others freeze.
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Crow, amused, brought his fingers under her chin, lifting her face.
"You're clingy today," he said with a smirk.
Nagant blushed, her expression uncharacteristically soft. "Only for you."
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End of Chapter Twenty-Four