Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 52: Sparkle

"Don’t disturb us. No one should be on the fourth floor. At all," I say to the maid and Roman, my voice holding a threat that brooks no argument. I don’t intend for us to be interrupted. Not tonight.

With Noelle’s hand in mine, I ascend the stairs, each step dragging me further into my own need for solitude with him. My heart thunders in my chest, my patience wearing thin with how far the room still feels. All I want is a moment of peace with him, alone and away from prying eyes.

"You know, your reputation as the feared general might be in tatters after tonight," Noelle teases with a playful laugh.

"I never cared about my reputation, my star," I reply, keeping my voice steady as I finally lead him to the door of our room. Our room. The largest in the manor, built to impress, but at this moment, all I care about is that it’s where we’ll be alone. I push open the heavy door, revealing the spacious bedroom within.

"Wow," Noelle breathes out, his eyes wide as he takes it all in. "I think our old home could fit in here four times over."

He’s right. The room is grand, with high ceilings and a canopy bed draped in rich fabrics that scream luxury. The deep mahogany furniture and thick velvet curtains give the space an air of power, but I find myself paying more attention to him than the room itself. His amazement makes the grandeur seem worth it. As much as I’ve grown used to these luxuries, it’s his reaction that makes me appreciate them again.

I watch him as he moves through the space, admiring the way his eyes light up as they take in the intricate details. I could stand here forever, just watching him.

"Is it just me, or does this place feel a little... bland?" Noelle remarks, his voice bouncing off the massive, almost impersonal space.

"It is. I wanted you to do the finishing touches," I reply, already knowing that he’ll turn this cold, grandiose room into something warm and lived-in, like our old home.

He hums, amused by my admission, and then saunters toward me with a playful smirk. His arms slide around my waist, pulling me closer, and I revel in the comfort of his touch.

"What a nice little husband you are," he murmurs, his eyes glinting mischievously.

My breath hitches. I’m completely captivated by him—by his energy, his presence. Just as I’m about to say something, he pulls away with a teasing smile.

"Show me the bathroom," Noelle says, already walking toward the adjoining doors.

I lead him through, knowing what’s waiting for us on the other side.

The bathroom is nothing short of extravagant. A large pool-like hot tub takes center stage, much like the ones I’ve grown used to in noble estates, its wide steps leading down into the deep water. There’s a separate bathtub on the side, carved from marble and large enough to easily accommodate two people. The sleek twin sinks sit beneath massive mirrors that reflect the soft light from the small chandelier hanging overhead. The walls are lined with marble tiles, their white-and-silver hues giving the room a clean, polished feel.

Off to the side is a glass-enclosed walk-in shower, its multiple rainfall showerheads set against the smooth, stone backdrop. The fixtures are all polished black, adding a touch of modern elegance. Every detail screams luxury.

Noelle’s eyes sparkle as he takes it all in. "This... this is a bathroom," he says, a grin spreading across his face.

I chuckle, watching his reaction. I’ve lived in places like this for most of my life. The extravagance is nothing new to me, but seeing the joy on Noelle’s face as he explores this new space makes it feel different, as though I’m seeing it all for the first time again. As much as I loved our little home, the small, cramped bathroom there was no comparison to this.

There’s a change in his pheromones, subtle but unmistakable, that instantly gets my senses on alert. I can feel my pulse quicken, my focus narrowing entirely on him. Noelle turns around, mischief dancing in his eyes, a playful smile pulling at his lips.

"I know the sun is still up, but won’t you join me?" he asks, his voice taking on that teasing, sultry edge that always makes my resolve crumble.

He knows what he’s doing to me.

"You know my answer to that, my beloved star," I respond, my voice dropping lower, filled with the heat that’s rising inside me.

My gaze follows his every movement as he steps closer to the edge of the pool-like hot tub. The way he looks at me, with a mixture of playfulness and intent, sends my blood rushing in a way I can’t control. I step forward, unable to resist him even if I tried.

*

"I didn’t know you could swim," I murmur, seated at the corner edge of the massive pool, my body coiled tight like a spring. The sun’s rays stream in through the windows, casting an almost divine glow across the bathroom. I take a sip of the wine, attempting to relax, but the tension gnawing at me only grows. Watching Noelle glide through the water—graceful and unrestrained—has had me hard as steel for the past twenty minutes. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, my mind swirling with thoughts I probably shouldn’t entertain in the daylight.

Noelle moves like he belongs in the water, his body cutting through it effortlessly, as if he were born to it. He reminds me of a siren from the old tales, luring sailors to their doom with just a glance. I can understand now why men would lose themselves to such creatures.

He swims toward me, rising from the water when it reaches his hips. My eyes trace the droplets as they cling to his lithe form. His necklace, adorned with a star, catches the light, the gold and silver threads glimmering. But nothing sparkles as much as those green eyes, now focused entirely on me.

"Well, there was a lake four hours from the village. I used to sneak out and swim when I had the chance," Noelle says, though I barely register his words. My focus is entirely on the way water slides down his body, outlining every line and curve.

"Did you hear a word I said?" His voice snaps me back to reality. Caught. I look up, offering a sheepish smile, but I’m already planning my escape.

"Wine?" I offer, raising my glass like it can deflect the truth.

"Hmph," Noelle huffs, clearly not amused, but he swims away to the opposite edge of the pool. My eyes follow, drawn to the way his waist-length hair clings to his back, and the sway of his perfect perky little butt as he climbs out of the water.

He reaches for a robe and sits down, toweling his hair dry, completely unaware—or perhaps, all too aware—of what he’s doing to me. I take a deep breath, willing myself to regain some control. But that’s impossible when it comes to him.

I stand, throwing on a robe. Enough is enough. I need to be closer. With a flick of my wrist, his chair slides toward me, pulled by an invisible force, stopping right in front of mine.

"Hey!" Noelle scolds, but I catch the hint of amusement in his eyes. "That’s cheating."

"All’s fair in love and war," I reply smoothly, standing up and moving toward him. I grab the towel from his hands and begin to gently dry his hair, fingers working through his waves. His eyes flutter closed, and for a moment, the tension between us pauses, replaced with a tenderness that has become all too familiar. But that tension... it’s never really gone. The scent of his pheromones floods the room, rich and sweet, stirring something deep within me.

"So... are we going to do something about this?" I ask, my voice thick with desire, though my hands remain steady as I run the towel over his hair.

"About what?" Noelle replies, his tone innocent but laced with mischief. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

I drop the towel, letting it fall to the floor. My arm snakes around his neck, making him face me.