“Why did you come here?” Micah finally asked. “For love? You know that’s not possible. None of this is possible. Men like you come to Tartarus to sate their lust, to have a tryst, be satisfied long enough to get by. That’s all this was ever meant to be.”
Eden scoffed. “You act like you know me. You don’t. You have no idea what kind of man I am, what types of things I desire.”
Micah raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and settling back against the closed door. “So, tell me then. What kind of man are you, Eden? You’re an EP, aren’t you?”
Eden flinched. “Yes,” he said, his voice quiet yet firm.
“And…I came to Tartarus because I needed to feel something. Anything. For so long, I’ve been living my life, going through the motions, feeling nothing. I’ve been an empty shell of a man, hating my own existence. I thought that maybe if I just reached out…tried to take, to feel…that maybe I would get myself back.”
Eden’s eyes, though downcast, glimmered with emotion. When finally he looked back at Micah, his smile was so soft, so filled with hope that Micah’s stomach clenched with expectation. “And then…you approached me. You opened the door and…with you, I felt everything. You woke me back up, and I’m terrified of never feeling that again. I can’t go back up there and live my life feeling nothing, wasting away. Because being with you…I felt alive again.”
Micah blinked, his heart pounding rapidly. He knew the feeling, had felt it himself. But Eden had admitted he was an EP, a member of the Elysian Police force. He was well-trained, as all EP’s were, through the military academy. He was dangerous. Getting involved with him was dangerous.
But that sincerity, that openness he exuded drew Micah in despite his best instincts. There was something about this man. Micah wasn’t sure if he could shake it. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
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