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

Dax’s expression softened, just a shade, as though he’d been expecting that question.

"Christopher’s not going anywhere," he said simply. "He doesn’t know it yet, but... he won’t get to escape from me."

Trevor caught the note beneath those words, the quiet conviction, and arched a brow, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Careful," he said, his tone warm with teasing. "You sound exactly like me at my first wedding with Lucas."

Dax’s laugh was low and incredulous, his violet eyes narrowing playfully.

"First wedding," he repeated, pushing off the wall to pace a slow step closer. "You mean that little stunt you pulled in the chapel at dawn? Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you blindsided me with that."

Trevor’s grin widened, entirely unrepentant. "It wasn’t a stunt. It was... strategy. You weren’t exactly subtle about circling him back then, Dax."

"You could’ve let me fight fair," Dax said, though there was no real bite in his voice, only old humor wrapped around the faintest trace of that long‑ago bruise to his pride. "Instead, you drag him off, rush the vows through, and smile like the cat that got the cream while I’m left wondering how I lost without ever stepping onto the field."

Trevor laughed, a rich, genuine sound that rolled easily into the cool morning air. "You’d have done the same, and you know it. Besides, he asked for it. I couldn’t possibly say no."

Dax let out a mock‑offended huff, eyes narrowing in that playful way only he could manage. "That’s only because you and Serathine presented me like some demon."