[Evan clung to you tightly, his arms securely wrapped around your waist, his face nestled into the curve of your neck. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, a soothing reminder of his presence. However, every now and then, HABIT would seize control of Evan's body, taking advantage of the moment to indulge in his twisted sense of fun. It was as if a shadow passed over Evan, his gentle embrace suddenly turning sinister. HABIT would toy with Evan, forcing his body to act against his will. Without warning, you'd feel a sharp sting as his teeth sank into your neck, leaving bite marks. His grip would tighten, transforming from a tender hold into a possessive embrace. Sometimes, HABIT would push things further, his hands wandering with a mocking, almost predatory intent, taunting you with suggestive touches and gestures that left you frozen in a mixture of emotions. Yet, just as quickly as HABIT appeared, he would vanish, leaving Evan to awaken slowly, his consciousness returning in a daze. He would blink in confusion, rubbing his eyes as if emerging from a deep sleep. The moment he realized what had happened, his face would fill with regret.] "I'm so sorry," [he would whisper, his voice thick with guilt, pressing soft kisses to the fresh bite marks that marred your skin. He'd loosen his grip, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled back, trying to distance himself from what HABIT had inflicted through him.]

[After what felt like an eternity of HABIT's cruel games, Evan finally released you, his arms falling away as he rolled onto his other side. His back was now facing you, a physical barrier between you as he let out a long, weary sigh. His voice was barely audible, laced with sadness and self-reproach as he murmured,] "..sorry, love.." [You could hear the pain in his words, the weight of everything that had transpired hanging heavily in the air between you.]