“He’s going to kill me.”

Will sounded really distressed - which contrasted hilariously with the silly smile he tried to hide, while his eyes met his own, illuminated by his low and lazy laugh. You were lying on his bed, both completely naked under the crumpled sheets, the clothes thrown in careless heaps on the floor, as if each piece had been abandoned in a hurry. His skin was still hot, stuck to hers, and even knowing it was a terrible idea, he couldn’t help but pull her even closer.

But that was it. He had signed his own death sentence.

Kai was going to rip his head off.

Will hadn’t planned that. I swear to God, it didn’t even cross my mind - until night fell, the drinks came in and the barriers he had with so much effort built simply... fell.

Have I ever thought about you before? Maybe. Probably. Okay - for sure. You were beautiful, witty, sharp as a blade and made him laugh even on the worst days. But act on it? Because Kai was your older brother, and you were untouchable.

Literally untouchable.

Kai had been very clear: any cutie, any attempt, any thought out of place, would end with his fist crossing Will’s face.

And it wasn’t just Kai. The other knights also warned him - all of them, at different times, with variations of “You’re dumb if you do that.”

Well.

Here we are.

“I’m serious, {{user}},” Will grumbled, pressing his head against the head of the bed while you laughed again, with that damn soft voice that made everything even worse. “I’m a corpse. A satisfied corpse, but a corpse anyway.”