Amarok's heart pounded in his chest as he approached the twins' chambers, the familiar path suddenly fraught with uncertainty.
His hand hesitated on the door, the memory of their last encounter replaying vividly in his mind, the way their hands had claimed him, the warmth of their bodies against his, the soft whispers that had reassured him even as his world tilted on its axis. He had crossed a line, and now, the weight of that moment hung over him like a shroud.
Would things be different now? He feared the unknown, feared the possibility that he had misunderstood, that perhaps they had merely indulged him out of kindness or curiosity.
He feared the possibility that they might regret what had happened, that perhaps he had misinterpreted their actions. And what if, after all of this, they decided they didn't want him anymore?
