The ocean stretched endlessly, sapphire waves rolling against Bali’s white sand shores. Palm trees swayed lazily in the warm breeze, the sun glinting off the horizon. For the first time in months, Ravenfall wasn’t surrounded by blood, chaos, or death.
They were surrounded by paradise.
COMA’s orders had been clear: no missions, no work, rest only. And so, twelve broken warriors found themselves in a resort that felt like another world.
Luce and Sayaka disappeared the moment they landed. The villa doors shut, the curtains drawn, and neither was seen for hours. Then hours became days. Their laughter, their whispered promises, and their unrelenting closeness turned their vacation into something sacred. Every stolen kiss, every embrace, every heartbeat echoed the truth: they had survived, and they wouldn’t waste a second apart.
Avni and Lev mirrored that same fire. Walks along the shoreline, hands entwined. Candlelit dinners that turned into tangled sheets. Lev’s usually stoic demeanor melted under Avni’s warmth, and she, in turn, felt safe in his arms. They didn’t need words to know their bond had deepened into something unbreakable.
Raiden and Erik filled their days with mischief and their nights with passion. They swam under the moon, raced each other across the sand, and collapsed in the surf, laughter spilling louder than the waves. When the world wasn’t watching, their touches lingered, and their love burned like a secret flame against the night.
Saira and Dev were gentler, but no less intense. Long conversations in hammocks, soft music on the balcony, and quiet moments where Saira traced Dev’s scars with her fingertips. They made love not with fire, but with patience, as if every second together was a vow renewed.
For the couples, Bali wasn’t just a vacation. It was healing, woven into intimacy.
But not everyone was lost in romance.
Veer, still recovering, rolled across the resort’s paths in his wheelchair, sunglasses perched on his face. His mood alternated between enjoying the salty air and cursing that everyone else was busy “overindulging in couple life.”
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“So, Veer,” he drawled, walking beside him with an evil grin, “tell me, do the palm trees make the wheelchair roll smoother? Or is the real torture watching everyone else… you know… busy?”
Veer threw a sandal at him. “Shut up before I run your feet over.”
Ishaan dodged and cackled. “Worth it!”
Isolde, trailing beside them, had finally had enough. Smack! Her palm connected with Ishaan’s head.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Fr3ZRnv1t
“Stop tormenting him,” she snapped. “Or I’ll make you roll beside him.”
Even Veer chuckled at that one, and Damien, hands in his pockets, simply smirked. “I think I like this vacation already. Less explosions, more comedy.”
That peace didn’t last long.
On the third day, as the singles explored a bustling local beach, trouble found them. A group of arrogant men noticed Isolde’s beauty and decided to push their luck.
“Hey, pretty girl, why don’t you ditch the crutches and spend some time with us?” one sneered.
Isolde’s eyes narrowed. Veer clenched his fists on his wheelchair armrests. Ishaan froze for half a second—then his grin turned dangerous.
Damien stepped forward first, his voice calm but cold. “You should walk away.”
The men laughed. “Or what?”
The answer came fast—Veer swung his wheelchair into one man’s shins with brutal force. Ishaan tackled another straight into the sand, fists flying, while Damien landed a single, surgical punch that dropped the third. The scuffle was messy, but short.
When it ended, the four of them stood together, backs straight, locals groaning in the sand.
Isolde smirked faintly. “Idiots.”
Veer muttered, “If I wasn’t on this damn chair, I’d have broken more than his shin.”
Damien just dusted his hands. “Vacation or not, some things never change.”
That evening, as the twelve gathered by a bonfire near the resort, the couples relaxed, glowing from their days of passion and warmth. The singles arrived battered but grinning, sand still in Ishaan’s hair.
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“So,” he began, dramatically stretching, “while Veer and I were saving a damsel from beach trash, you lot were busy… what’s the word? Oh yes—rolling in the sheets like it’s the Olympics of romance.”
Raiden and Lev exchanged a glance. Then, without a word, they stood up and lunged.
Ishaan yelped, bolting into the sand as the two charged after him. “HEY, HEY—come on, I was complimenting! Stop chasing me!”
His screams echoed across the beach while the others laughed until their sides hurt.
Between gasps of laughter, Ishaan shouted back, “I’m a mafia, finally! Valgrave taught me biotech, science, experiments… but not mafia survival skills! Guess I’m learning now!”
Everyone nearly collapsed laughing.
Damien shook his head with an amused sigh. “Finally… a vacation worth remembering.”
Veer, watching the chaos with a half-smile, muttered, “Elda only gave us this because of me. But look at you all—actually enjoying it.”
The laughter, the firelight, the warm air—it was a moment none of them would forget.
For a few days, time slowed. They swam, they danced, they made love, they fought playfully, they healed.
But paradise never lasted forever.
Far from the laughter, in a sterile chamber lit by red glow, Seraph Falk Draganov stood before the container. Inside, a grotesque silhouette twitched and pulsed—the Sleeping Gate.
His voice was calm, deliberate, almost reverent.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPzR8ZGbfh
“Soon. Your awakening will shake this world. Their laughter, their peace… all of it will burn away.”
The creature stirred faintly, as if it understood.
And outside, the ocean waves still carried Ravenfall’s laughter into the night.
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