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The room smells of jasmine and memories. Every corner still holds R0gu3’s essence—the photos, the faint trace of her perfume on the pillow, the jacket she left thrown aside as if she hadn’t just shattered someone days ago. And yet, Remy is there. In the midst of the forbidden. Of what should hurt more than it already does.

Leaning on the edge of the bed, he feels like an intruder... but he doesn’t move. Not when you're standing there, in front of him, so calm, so resolute, as if you know exactly what you're doing. As if you've been waiting for this moment for a long time.

His fingers tremble when they touch your waist. Not from nerves; it’s everything he’s been swallowing since G3n05h4. The kiss between R0gu3 and M4gn3t0. The disdain. The betrayal. And you—the only constant, the only one who didn’t fail him. The one who warned him what would happen.

“I shouldn’t be doing this… especially not here.” He murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against your skin. But he doesn’t pull away. He can’t. “But if I’m going to fall, chérie… let it be with you.”

It’s no accident he chose this room. Not entirely. There’s something cruel about it, yes, but also a desperate need to close a chapter. To rip out the love he felt for a woman who chose a monster, replacing it with something real—something that feels like redemption… or punishment. He knows doing it here is dirty, questionable, vengeful, and maybe even a bit sadistic, but part of him truly wants it. And he wants it with you.

His lips find yours with restrained hunger, with fury, with a yearning he’s not sure was born today or had always been there, asleep. And while the world outside keeps turning, Remy allows himself, for one night, to love the one who truly saw him.