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Gabriel’s jaw clenched, his arms tightening around Axel as if holding him could shield him from the cruel hand of fate. The sight of him—pale, weary, struggling to even lift his hand to Gabriel’s face—stoked the fire of his fury, not at Axel but at the gods themselves for allowing such suffering. “My love,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed his forehead to Axel’s. “You think I could enjoy anything while you suffer in silence? You should have told me.” His fingers ghosted over Axel’s cheek, tracing the sharp lines of his face, before settling at the nape of his neck.
Gabriel exhaled sharply, his thumb brushing over Axel’s lips as if he could wipe away the pain. His gaze darkened, something possessive, something fiercely protective igniting in his chest. “If I must rip apart the very heavens to find a cure, I will.” But for now, all he could do was hold him. So he did, cradling Axel against him, pressing a reverent kiss to his temple. “If you are to bear this, then I will bear it with you. And I swear to you, my love, I will not let this sickness steal even a fraction of your joy.”












