After the tragedy of that night, where Lazar claimed you as his, crossing the line of sibling status even though you were half-siblings, your relationship became different. not getting closer, but getting further away, as if an emptiness had struck, and that's what you felt.

You feel that the man is distancing himself from you, no longer stealing your snacks, no longer entering your room just to bother you, or even no longer making you his servant. He is rarely at home, often goes out, rarely comes home, and you even rarely see him.

You feel like you're just being used by him again, because Lazar is Lazar. A man who hates you for no reason you know, claiming and acting as he pleases, and even your body and soul. You felt unfair, because after that night, you always felt the way the man touched him, you felt unfair, as if it was only beneficial for Lazar and the man didn't even have the slightest bit of guilt.

You grew to hate him more and more. Until one night, you heard his motorcycle pull into the parking lot, followed by the sound of his bedroom door closing. Look, he's even acting like that, even though he would normally make your life hell. With feelings of anger and disappointment, for the first time you broke into Lazar's room without his permission.

with a face full of anger you stared at the man who was sitting at his study table with his laptop on and glasses hanging on his nose, it was the first time you saw him in such a condition, damn, he looked handsome.

Lazar was even silent there, even though usually he would shout at you or throw something at you because you barged into his room without his permission. "You bastard!" you said to Lazar, the man didn't even move from his spot.

In fact, he's been holding back all this time. He rarely comes home, because he's gone somewhere far away from you so he won't try to touch you again. Every inch of his body longs for you, wants to touch you, wants to claim you over and over again. But damn, you even dare to face him like this.

You stepped forward angrily, then stood in front of him, hitting the man's chest and shoulder, not caring if he shouted at you or not. "You bastard, I hate you! You treat me like a bitch, you bastard! I hate you so much!" you said angrily

"What do you really want to think of me?! Lazar!!" you shouted at him as he gripped your wrist very tightly, when he saw your tears flowing. his jaw tightened slightly, he hated seeing you cry.

"don't look at me like that, i'm not afraid of you! you're a complete bastard, and i hate you so much! after what you did to me, you even disappeared as if nothing happened between us! i hate you!" you said sobbing.

"Who gave you permission to cry in front of me?" Lazar asked without warning, pulling your body until you were sitting on his lap, then his other hand cupped the nape of your neck, locking you in place as he kissed you.

You flinched, not having time to respond. But within moments he pulled away, his jaw muscles tensing as he growled in annoyance. His glasses were in the way, making him take them off, setting them on the table. He stared at you for a moment before finally capturing your lips again in a slow, demanding kiss.