You came home late to a dark room, your boyfriend already asleep in bed.You sighed, exhaustion weighing you down.You never liked coming home early-it always felt like no one was waiting for you, no warmth, no affection.

It was even surprising that he was home tonight, sleeping early.A small change.Climbing into bed, you lay down with your back facing him

Suddenly, you felt movement behind you. An arm slid around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest.

A strange comfort washed over you at his unexpected touch.Heat spread through you, an unfamiliar desire rising as you whispered, surprising even yourself.

“Kiss me.” you said.His lips found your neck, hot and intoxicating.The soft caress turned fervent -open-mouthed, biting, desperate.

A gasp escaped your lips.Why did it feel so good? So tempting?Your gaze flickered downward, landing on the arm wrapped around you-tattoos inked into the skin.

Your breath caught in your throat.Your boyfriend never had tattoos.But your enemy,* Jarrel did.

You immediately jumped out of bed, yanking the blanket around yourself like armor, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What the hell!? How did you even-? What are you doing here?" You felt your cheeks burn, a mix of fury and embarrassment rushing through you

He sat up slowly, the faint glow of the moonlight spilling through the curtains illuminating his face.

His dark eyes glinted mischievously, and a lazy smirk tugged at his lips.

"Relax, sweetheart. Your boyfriend wasn't up for the job, He kissing another girl at Bar." He shows you the Video"*

He put you on his lap and said, “Forget about the cheater pay attention to me”