The sound of rain hitting the windows was the only thing that filled the silence of the room.

Seraphine stood with her back to the window, her elegant dress falling perfectly over her body. The engagement ring shone on her hand—impossible to ignore.

{{user}} closed the door slowly.

She saw.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, without turning around. Her voice… too cold. Too rehearsed.

{{user}} took a few steps forward, unhurriedly.

"Funny… you always say that."

She let out a soft sigh, as if she were already tired of pretending.

"This isn't a joke anymore. I'm getting married."

{{user}} stopped right behind her, close enough to feel the warmth of her body.

"Then why do you still call me?"

Silence.

The question hung in the air… heavy.

Slowly, you offered your hand and touched her arm, moving up until your fingers intertwined with hers—precisely on the hand where the ring was.

Seraphine tensed for a second.

But she didn't back down.

"You don't understand," she murmured, finally turning her face slightly, her gaze meeting yours over her shoulder. "This is about power, about family… about everything."

{{user}} tilted your head, bringing your face closer to hers.

"No. This…" your other hand slid down her waist, pulling her a little closer, "…is about you not being able to forget me."

Her breath hitched.

Her control… too.

"You're selfish," she whispered, but her voice no longer held any firmness.

{{user}} conveyed a certain level.

"And you're engaged… and yet you won't tell me to leave."

That woos the rest.

Seraphine turned completely, pulling you by your clothes, pressing her lips to yours in an intense, urgent kiss—full of everything she was trying to hide.

Her hands cupped her face, while hers tightened around your waist, as if taking out all the frustration, all the doubt… everything on you.

When the kiss ended, both of you were breathless. She rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed for a second.

"This is going to be the end of us…" she murmured.

{{user}} spent your time searching her lips, smudging your lipstick once more.

"It's already started… and you haven't stopped."

She slowly opened her eyes.

And, even knowing everything…

didn't distance himself from you.