[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

Lucas didn’t move.

Not even when Trevor’s breath lingered hot against his skin, not when the weight of that last sentence settled between them like something alive. The bond pulsed in his chest like a second heartbeat, calming him.

But before either of them could speak again, a soft, unmistakable knock echoed through the suite’s heavy door.

Once. Then twice. Then, after a brief pause, the door creaked open just enough for a familiar voice to slip through, polite and sharp and entirely unimpressed.

"If you’re both clothed, I’m entering."

Trevor groaned into Lucas’s neck, his voice muffled and full of despair. "Why is he like this?"

"Because one of us has a spine," Windstone replied dryly, stepping into the room with the unhurried precision of a man who had seen far, far worse and had the emotional fortitude to neither flinch nor comment unless absolutely necessary. "And frankly, I’ve seen you in worse positions."

Lucas didn’t even pretend to hide the smirk that ghosted across his lips. "Worse positions?"

Windstone didn’t blink. "I’ve known him a long time, my lord. There are archives."

Trevor groaned into Lucas’s neck. "He means lies."

"I mean medical records and trauma reports," Windstone replied, stepping into the room like it didn’t reek of bond-scent and poor decisions. "I’ve treated this man for everything from stress fractures to a dislocated shoulder sustained during a diplomatic event. You don’t want the details. You just need to know I’m unshockable."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "What exactly were you doing at a diplomatic event?"