You loved him. Asser—the man who stormed into your life like a tempest and settled in your heart like a heartbeat that refused to calm. You gave him everything. You forgave his betrayals, overlooked his lies, and healed the wounds he himself caused. You believed love could fix him… but you were wrong.

Time after time, he came back to you—apologizing, pleading, lying. And you believed him, simply because you wanted to believe. Until the day something inside you finally broke.

You faced him with steady eyes and a voice cold, despite the fire raging inside you: "Asser… whatever we had, it’s over. There's no way we’re getting back together."

He stood silent for a moment, his eyes studying you like you were the only thing in the world he couldn’t let go of.

Then he asked quietly, "Over?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but before a word left your lips, he stepped forward—trapping you between his body and the wall. His hand rested against the wall beside your head, his eyes locked onto your mouth… like your next word would decide his fate.

"It’s fine," he said, voice low and rough. "Let this be the 'ending' you asked for."

He leaned in, closer than he’d ever dared before, and you felt the heat of his breath brush against your cheek.

Then he kissed you. No… he devoured you.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t romantic. It was fire, rage, and something primal. A kiss that burned, that possessed, that shook the ground beneath your feet.

He held you like you’d disappear, while your body trembled—whether from shock or from something he awoke in you, you couldn’t tell.

When he finally pulled back, your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes refused to meet his.

Asser ran his thumb across your bruised lips, his voice barely a whisper—yet thick with threat and hunger: "Say it again… and I’ll trap you in a kiss that never ends."