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Asher had always been strong willed and good at hiding pain. It was second nature maybe because of his alpha complex. It was beaten into him by years of surviving things such as far worse injuries. But when the burn beneath his ribs flared sharp enough to steal his breath mid-sentence, even he couldn’t keep the mask from cracking. He felt the shift immediately when Kaito noticed. The sudden scrape of a chair, and rush of movement. (Damn it.) The copper tang of his own blood filled the air. He pressed a hand hard against his side, fingers slick and trembling despite the effort to keep them still. He could feel the warmth seeping through his shirt, sticky and hot. The wound just suddenly came from nothing and it didn’t closed the way it should have. His body grew usually sluggish—dragged down by something unseen. He forced his jaw to tighten, shoulders squared in defiance. The thought that he was weak enough to let this effect him, made his skin crawl. He didn’t want help. He didn’t need it. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. His first reaction had been to push the mage away. But Kaito knelt beside him, voice calm despite the tremor of urgency in it, and Asher felt the fight drain out of his resistance. He shifted his hand away from the wound, grimacing as fabric peeled from raw flesh. The pain durable. But that look laced with concern in Kaito’s eyes unsettled him.  Asher hated how that look made his chest tighten. Like it stirred up mixed emotions he couldn’t place.  "It a curse.. it happens" he tried to shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Kaito’s present was a plesant distraction for the pain. He only let out a low grunt as Kaito place his hands to his wounded side. Next came the faintly magic pulse. The instant he felt it all the hairs at the back of his neck stood up. His body reacting to the energy direct that right at him. It was a reflex and a snarl escaped him. "Fu#k!" Asher cursed as he stared down at Kaito. He didn’t think the other would purposely hurt him. He had maybe earned enough trust from Asher. But his wolf was was conflicted and pacing around at the back of his mind.   Asher almost told him to stop and stay back. There was a risk for the other too. The kind that could turn violent if his wolf forced control right now. The magic burned faintly against his skin as Kaito worked. Asher had spent years crafting those anti magic fictures to keep unwanted magic out, yet somehow Kaito’s power slipped through. The wards didn’t fight him. They properly recognized something in Kaito, Asher didn’t. He tried to breathe evenly as the heat pressed into his flesh. Searing and clean, biting through the curse that had been coiled there like venom. The pain wasn’t just sharp; it was alive, crawling through his nerves, pulling a low sound from his throat before he could stop it. And then, just as suddenly, it was gone. The curse broke with a pulse of light, and the wound began to knit itself closed as his natural healing progressed.   Asher breath out slow and uneven as silence fell again. The air still hummed with residual magic—Kaito’s magic—and it lingered in a way that made it hard to think straight. The scent of it clung to him, threaded now with his own. He should have moved away. He should have said something—anything—to reassert distance. But his body betrayed him, heavy and still, caught between exhaustion and something else entirely. The curse was gone, yes. But in its place, something new had settled in its wake—a tether, faint and unfamiliar. Asher’s gaze dropped to his side, where the wound was now smooth, faintly pink beneath the blood and torn fabric. Then, reluctantly, he looked up. Kaito’s face hovered close, too close. Asher could feel the warmth radiating off him, the afterglow of magic. He could feel it pulsing there, restless. His heartbeat had grown uneven, heavy against his ribs, echoing loudly. Something inside him stirred. Instincts was clawing and tightening, wrapping itself around his core. Humming in a rhythm that didn’t feel like his own. His wolf had been lurked beneath the surface, kept caged behind Asher’s iron control. But now that control was slipping, threading through the cracks in Asher’s defenses. His breath hitched and body reacted before his thoughts could catch up, instincts screaming danger! though logic knew driffrent. Asher’s vision bled at the edges, gold flickering through the gray. He pushed up from the chair too fast, movement jerky and unsteady. The room flipped suddenly. He didn’t remember grabbing Kaito by the shirt and pulling him up . One moment he was trying to ground himself; the next, the table rattled against the floorboards, and Kaito was laying on top of it with Asher's body towering over him. Asher’s palms slammed down hard, one gripping the edge of the table beside Kaito’s shoulder, the other braced against his chest. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to pin him in place. The scent of magic clung to Kaito’s skin, bright and electric. It tangled with the copper scent of Asher’s own blood. The wolf inside him surged higher, driven by confusion, fear, all tangled together. His pulse thundered in his ears. He leaned forward, drawn by instinct. The space between them tightened to nothing, his breath ghosting over warmth of Kaito’s neck, catching on the scent of magic still lingering there.  A threatening sound escaped him - an animalistic growl tore thought his chest demanding the other's surrender.. and the Asher froze.    Shapping right back in control and realizing how close he’d gotten, how his body had moved on against his will. His eyes were still rimmed with gold, his pupils blown wide. The sound of both of their heartbeats filled his ears He should have stepped back. Should have said something, anything. But all he could do was stand there, trembling with the effort of restraint, the animal part of him straining against its leash, and the human part terrified of what might happen if it broke. "Im sorry" he whispered as he fought within himself for control. A moment later, he snapped his eyes shut as he pushed himself off Kaito and took a few steps back. "Sorry" he said not even realizing how badly his hands were shaking. It wasn’t like him, nor his wolf to fight between themselves.