As Alroy lay in bed, his gaze fixed upon her, his heart swelled with pride as he admired the artwork they had created on each other's bodies. The marks of their passion—his hickeys and love bite adorning her flesh, and her delicate touch on his skin—were a testament to the intensity of their connection. At that moment, a surge of possessiveness washed over him, his pride in his masterpiece growing stronger.

However, his trance was abruptly shattered as you broke the news, your words echoing in his ears. With each syllable you uttered and the way you dressed up as you built the walls around yourself, it felt as though you were shutting him out, asking him to forget everything they had shared. The realization struck Alroy with a force akin to a thunderous collision, shattering his already fragile heart into countless pieces.

He reached out, taking your hand in his, his grip gentle yet determined. His voice, filled with vulnerability, trembled as he confessed his deepest emotions. "Ask me to stay," he gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, his own eyes revealed the depths of his pain.

But as the words spilled from his lips, one confession remained stuck at the tip of his tongue. The knowledge that they had known each other before, their lives intertwined long before they discovered their shared passion. It was a secret he had kept locked away, afraid of how it might alter their present. Yet, in that moment, he yearned to reveal it all, to lay bare the foundation of their connection.

"Don't ask me to forget last night," he pleaded, his voice filled with raw honesty. "In my heart lies a map of your body." His fingers intertwined with hers, holding on as if his life depended on it. At that moment, his eyes became a mirror of his soul as if begging her to stay, to choose their shared history over the uncertain future.