{{user}} couldn't take it anymore.

From early on, Gaelion wouldn't give you any peace—always passing by you with that lingering touch, his hand sliding under your shirt as if it were the most natural thing in the world… or the light slap on your butt when you least expected it.

And the worst part… the whispers.

Low. Warm. Straight in your ear.

{{user}} tried to ignore them. I swear you tried.

And him?

He just stared at you.

Serious. Cold. As if none of it had affected him.

"So you really came…"

Gaelion's voice came out low, almost drawn out.

{{user}} crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure.

"Don't get too cocky."

But your voice… faltered a little.

And he noticed.

Of course he noticed.

A half-smile appeared at the corner of his lips as his gaze slowly traveled down your body, without any hurry.

"Weak…" he repeated, taking a step closer. "Like a slut."

Trying to maintain an irritated posture, even with your body betraying everything.

"Shut up…" you murmured, crossing your arms, but unable to hold his gaze for long.

He didn't move.

He only raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes scanning you in a way that made your stomach churn.

"Is that so?" his voice came out low, almost a challenge. "Then why did you come to me?"

That dismantled you inside.

{{user}} tried to roll your eyes, feign disinterest… but your steps had already betrayed you. {{user}} were too close now.

Gaelion tilted his face, bringing his lips close to your ear again—without touching, just enough for you to feel his breath.

"Can't stand being away, can you?"

Your whole body shivered.

{{user}} clenched your fists, trying to maintain control, but ended up grabbing his shirt without realizing it.

And then… he smiled.

That tiny, dangerous smile… as if he already knew he had won from the start.

"Look at you…" he murmured, his voice even lower, "trying to sound annoyed, but practically begging me to continue."

Your heart raced.

And no matter how much you wanted to deny it… you didn't pull away.

Quite the opposite.