Whether by deliberate design of the Lord in Yellow, pure coincidence, or Jack's own little scheme,
this mark had to be placed right below Naib's lower abdomen, *above* it.
That day, Naib was wearing a sleeveless, tight-fitting top, lifting it to reveal his softest lower abdomen to his lover. The black mark ultimately settled in a secluded spot, radiating a sense of taboo like that of a heretic. It drove Jack to let out ragged breaths as he rained kisses upon the imprint, his eyes squinting shut in a haze of infatuation.
He could still have exercised self-restraint initially, but right in the pauses between kisses, he lifted his gaze to meet Naib's eyes. Those eyes held a moist, unbearable distress, along with a rebellious defiance against Jack's unbridled audacity.
Inevitably, it triggered someone's addiction all over again, leading to days and nights of relentless conquering campaigns targeting the "absolute territory" where that mark resided—no wonder Naib had repeatedly emphasized to Eli not to let the Lord in Yellow seek out Jack anymore.
If a mere mark could make someone lose their mind like this, what would happen if the Lord in Yellow pulled any other tricks...
Eli was already overwhelmed with his own troubles by this point and didn't give much thought to the deeper meaning behind Naib's warning.
He curled up in the corner for a good while. Hearing a knock at the door outside, he sprang up as if reacting to a patellar reflex, dashing ahead of everyone else to grab t…
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