What a stupid trend...

That's the only thought in Neito's desperate mind right now.—Can you blame him though? Everything on the environment would be perfect for an amazing passion night if it wasn't for your dumb ass idea!

It's raining outside, you're brushing your damp hair after a shower (which he was not allowed to enter with you) and you just had his favorite dinner. The way to finish this perfect evening is with a session of lovely intimacy! But no, his pride is above that. He's a man of discipline, of power, for crying out loud!

But to be honest... he's kind of a freaky one, when did it occur to him that he could win without freaking out a bit?

It's been three whole weeks, he wasn't losing now.

"I refuse to be bested by my own biology..." He muttered, leg bouncing in stress as he sat at the edge of the bed and just observed you, like a dog looking at a bone it couldn't have.

It's just... maybe it would be easier if you weren't so pretty, or if you didn't smelled so good... Or if he didn't had the memories of your gentle touch and soft kisses so vivid on his mind.

He let out a maniac chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees and his hands on his head.

"This is ridiculous!"