Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]

Third-person POV

Electra and Seraphina entered into the hotel room, which at the sight of it, Electra concluded was a stark contrast to the kind of hotels she was used to, but then again, she couldn't exactly complain too much.

After all, it was temporary, just a place to rest before they returned to Elmeria—and to Elysium Girls High, where they'd inevitably have to deal with the consequences of skipping school.

Seraphina wandered around the room, her fingers brushing the fabric of the bed's headboard, taking in the subtle elegance of the space. "For sure, being a princess is different," she muttered, her tone half-impressed, half-amused.

Electra, who was still by the door, chuckled softly. "If you think this is impressive, wait until you see my room in the palace."

Seraphina turned to her with a teasing smile. "Well, I'd definitely like to see it."

Before she could say anything else, Electra closed the distance between them, reaching out and pulling Seraphina into her arms. Their lips met in an intense kiss, the kind that sent a deep warmth through Seraphina's entire body.

She was slightly taken aback at first, but she quickly melted into it, kissing Electra back just as fiercely.

There was something different about this kiss—something desperate. It wasn't just attraction, it wasn't just the excitement of being together. It felt like a release, a plea, an attempt to push away the thought of everything they have had to deal in the last forty-eight hours.

They lost themselves in each other for what felt like an eternity, hands roaming, breaths mingling, until Seraphina pulled back slightly, her palms resting on Electra's shoulders. Electra's hands remained locked around her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as if anchoring herself.

Seraphina studied her, searching her expression before asking softly, "What was that for?"

Electra's lips curled into a smirk, though her eyes held something unreadable. "You could call it stress relief," she said playfully before leaning in for another kiss.

Seraphina rolled her eyes but kissed her back anyway. She could taste the adrenaline behind Electra's lips, and she loved it, but when a thought crossed her mind mid-kiss, she instinctively pulled back just a little, her brows furrowing.

"Electra," she murmured.

Electra hummed in response, still holding on to her.

Seraphina hesitated for a second before voicing the thought that had just formed. "Do you think Iris will transfer to Elysium High? You know… like she did when you first got to know her?"

At the mention of Iris, Electra's expression shifted. The teasing smirk faded, and something colder settled in its place.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice devoid of the amusement it had carried just moments ago. "But if she does, it's not going to be a coincidence."

Seraphina nodded slowly, a sense of unease settling in her chest. "That's what I was thinking, too."

She sighed, rubbing her temples as she tried to make sense of everything before adding, "I remember in the alternate reality, when the voice appeared to me, it told me that every new person we met there was just someone we hadn't met yet in our real life."

She paused, looking up at Electra. "Clearly, that's the case, seeing how Hunter now exists in this world, and now Iris."

Electra still had her arms loosely wrapped around Seraphina's waist, her fingers idly tracing patterns against the fabric of her shirt as she processed what Seraphina was saying.

"In that reality, Iris and Hunter were lovers," she said, her voice thoughtful. "And during my last conversation with Iris before we switched back, she creeped me out when she talked about wanting to be the next Crown Princess of Elmeria."

Seraphina's eyes widened, taken aback. She pulled back slightly to look Electra in the eyes. "Wait… does that mean Iris and Hunter are also together in this reality?"

Electra exhaled sharply. "It's possible," she admitted, though a frown crept on her face. "I mean, I can't be certain. But if they were together in the alternate reality, that at least tells us that they have some kind of connection in this one too. One way or another, they're linked."

Her blue eyes darkened. "And I have a feeling Iris might end up being a problem."

Seraphina shook her head, her frustration bubbling over. "All of this is just so complicated."

Electra smirked, though there was little amusement behind it. "How about we come to an agreement?" she said, her voice laced with playful mischief.

Seraphina blinked at her, confusion flickering across her face. "An agreement?"

Without another word, Electra leaned in, cupping Seraphina's face as she kissed her intensely, capturing her lips with a hunger that sent a rush of warmth through them both.

When Electra pulled away, she traced her thumb over Seraphina's lower lip, her smirk deepening. "How about this? Whenever we're alone at night and already exhausted, we don't talk about our complicated situations. Or, to be more specific—" she paused, arching a brow, "—we don't talk about my complicated situation."

Seraphina's lips twitched upward as a soft chuckle escaped her. "So what, nighttime isn't for talking?"

Electra grinned and leaned in, stealing another kiss—short, teasing, and just enough to make Seraphina's breath hitch. "I wouldn't say that." She ran a hand through Seraphina's hair, tilting her head slightly. "I mean, as much as I'd prefer not to talk at all…" she smirked, "we could multitask."

Seraphina laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Multitask?"

Electra's gaze darkened slightly, but there was amusement in her expression. "Yeah. I mean, there's still a lot we don't know about each other. Instead of talking about things we'll never seem to fully understand, how about we just talk about us? No more talking about my family problems, no existential crises—just us, getting to know each other better."

Seraphina tilted her head, pleasantly surprised. "That actually sounds… nice."

Electra hummed in satisfaction. "Thought so."

Seraphina gave her a small smile before leaning in this time, capturing Electra's lips in hers, her fingers sliding up Electra's arms before settling on her shoulders.

Their kiss was slower this time, less hurried, as if they were solidifying this new rule between them—an agreement that for at least a few hours each night, they could pretend that the world wasn't waiting to devour them.

For now, it was just the two of them, and that was enough.