Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 414: Last Chance

Warlock Ch 414. Last Chance

Her chest tightened strangely.

Damian tilted his head, catching her staring. His smirk softened a little into something more teasing.

"What's that look for?" he asked.

Selena blinked, startled out of her spiraling thoughts. "What look?"

"You're looking at me like you're planning a heist." He grinned. "Should I be worried?"

Selena turned away quickly, face burning. "In your dreams."

"I have nightmares, actually," Damian said casually, walking closer, brushing imaginary dust off his coat sleeve. "But if you're offering to replace them with something more pleasant, I'm not opposed."

She whipped back toward him, half-choking on air. "You—! I—! That's not—!"

Damian just laughed again, the sound low and easy, like teasing her was the highlight of his otherwise apocalyptic day.

Selena scowled and smacked him lightly on the arm.

Big mistake.

Because touching him made her notice everything—the way his muscles tensed automatically under her palm, the faint hum of mana always coiled beneath his skin, the heat of him so close it was almost magnetic.

She yanked her hand back like she'd been burned.

Damian watched her, amusement flickering in his gaze. But underneath it... something else. Something quieter. Curious. Unspoken.

Neither of them said anything for a moment.

The tension thickened in the air—no longer the dangerous kind. This was... different.

More dangerous in its own way.

Selena swallowed hard. "You know," she said quickly, desperately hunting for something, anything, to say, "it's not fair."

"What's not fair?" Damian asked, voice quieter now.

"That you get to act like an idiot and somehow still be..." She waved vaguely at him, words failing her. "Still this."

He stepped closer, very slowly, very deliberately, until she had to tilt her head back slightly to keep looking at him.

"Still what?" he asked, and there was a faint rasp to his voice now—like he wasn't entirely unaffected either.

Selena's heart was hammering against her ribs, loud enough she was pretty sure the rune seals on the door could hear it.

"Still... you," she whispered, hating how breathless it sounded.

Damian's smirk faded completely.

For the first time since this chaotic day began, he looked... serious. freēnovelkiss.com

Tender.

He lifted one hand—slowly, giving her every chance to pull away—and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers were rough, calloused, but the touch was gentle. Careful.

Selena's breath caught.

"You're the only one who ever says that like it's a good thing," he murmured.

"It is a good thing," she said fiercely, surprising even herself with the intensity.

Damian's eyes darkened, his thumb briefly tracing the edge of her jaw before he caught himself and dropped his hand.

He stepped back half a step, just enough to give her space again, but not so much that it didn't still feel like the air between them was crackling.

"Selena," he said, and her name sounded almost reverent on his tongue. "When this is over... when your brother's safe… when this nightmare ends…"

He didn't finish the sentence.

He didn't have to.

Because she understood.

And maybe that was enough for now.

She smiled up at him—small, real, a little shaky.

"Then I'm holding you to it," she said.

Damian gave a lopsided smile, the kind that made her knees feel weirdly unreliable.

"Yeah. You better."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward anymore. It was comfortable.

Weighted.

Promising.

Finally, Damian straightened, his voice sliding back into his usual half-sarcastic, half-serious tone.

"Alright. First thing's first. You're still locked in this room until I'm sure you're not gonna make a heroic suicide attempt."

Selena groaned dramatically. "You're the worst."

"And you love it," he said cheerfully, reaching for the mana seal.

She didn't deny it.

And maybe… just maybe…

That scared her more than any vault, any conspiracy, or any war they were about to walk into.

Because falling for Damian?

That was a battle she wasn't sure she wanted to win.

Selena watched him fiddle with the mana seal, his back to her for once—unguarded, real. Every instinct in her, every part of her that had been taught to wait, to be careful, screamed at her to stay quiet.

To let this moment pass.

But another part of her—the part that had been broken open tonight—knew better.

This might be their last chance.

If the information about the fae noble betrayals were true, if the Senate was involved, if tonight went badly… she might not have another sunrise to see him smirk, or tease her, or look at her like she wasn't a princess but a person.

Her letter to her father?

Might never even reach him.

Might already be burned.

Her home?

Already compromised.

Her brother?

Gone.

And Damian—the stubborn, reckless, impossible warlock who somehow, against every damn reason, made her feel safe—was standing right there. Within reach. Warm and real and hers, if she dared.

She licked her lips, heart hammering in her chest.

Maybe it was reckless.

Maybe it was desperate.

But for once… maybe reckless was exactly what she needed.

"Damian," she said, voice soft but sure.

He turned, eyebrows raised slightly.

And before she could overthink it, she crossed the space between them in two quick steps, stood on her toes, and kissed him.

It wasn't perfect.

It wasn't practiced.

But it was real.

Damian froze for half a heartbeat—like she'd just cast some insane spell on him—and then his hands were on her waist, steadying her, pulling her closer without hesitation.

Selena melted against him, feeling the tension snap like overstretched wires. The room around them—the seals, the mission, the world—faded into noise.

There was only the press of his mouth against hers.

The heat of his body.

The sharp, staggering relief of finally.

When they broke apart, breathless, Damian touched her cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth like he was memorizing her. His touch was hesitant again, almost conflicted.

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared down at her—messy hair, flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen and trembling with want—and for a second, he looked almost... lost.

"This isn't..." he muttered, voice low, rough around the edges, "this isn't a good time for this."