The silence between you two… it wasn't just silence anymore.
It was heavy.
Dangerous.
Ryuken Ishida's hand still held your chin firmly, preventing any escape—but not in a brutal way… a controlled way.
Calculated.
His eyes were locked on yours.
Analyzing.
Deciding.
And you… didn't back down.
Even with your heart completely out of rhythm.
"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he says softly. Your breath falters for a second.
But you hold on.
"Then explain it to me." That—
was practically a challenge.
His eyes darken slightly.
And, for a moment… you realize.
He's losing that perfect control he always had.
"You're impulsive," he continues.
"Stubborn. Provocative." A slight opening in your chin.
"This will destroy you here." You give a small smile.
Almost provocative.
"Or maybe... destroy you."
Silence.
Dangerous.
And then— he lets go of you.
Suddenly.
{{user}} almost noticed the lack of touch.
But before you can react— he turns around, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to regain control.
"This can't happen."
The sentence is firm. Definitive.
But— not convincing.
{{user}} take a step forward.
"But it's already happening."
He didn't answer.
{{user}} take another step.
"You've already noticed."
Another.
"You're already feeling it."
Now you're behind him.
Close.
"Then stop running away."
Silence.
Long.
Tense.
Until— he suddenly turns around.
And this time— there's no distance.
No.
His hand returns—but now to your waist, pulling you in all at once, without warning.
Your body clings not to his. To him.
"You don't know when to stop."
His voice is lower.
More hoarse.
Dangerous.
{{user}} swallow hard… but still smile slightly.
"I never knew."
And that— is the end of control.
Because this time— he doesn't back down.
He doesn't avoid it.
He doesn't rationalize.
He kisses you.
In fact.
Without warning.
Without excessive gentleness.
But he's not rough either.
It's intense.
Deep.
As if it were something he'd been holding onto for too long.
Your mind goes blank for a second.
And when you realize it— you're already responding.
Without thinking.
Without restraint.
His hand holds your waist firmly, while the other rises to your face… now different than before. Less control.
More… desire.
When the kiss breaks, both of your breaths are uneven.
Or silence returns.
But now— completely different.
"That was a mistake," he says softly.
But he doesn't pull away. Neither do you.
{{user}} laugh softly, still breathless.
"Was it really?"
His eyes meet yours.
And this time— there's no denial there.
Only conflict.
"And now?" you ask.
He stares at you for a few seconds.
As if calculating a thousand consequences.
Thinking about Uryu Ishida.
Thinking about everything.
But in the end— he makes a decision.
His hand slid from your waist… but not completely.
Just enough to create a minimum of space.
"Now…" he begins, seriously,
"you're leaving for today."
{{user}} frown.
"Are you kicking me out?"
"I'm trying to avoid making things worse."
{{user}} cross your arms.
"It's already worse."
He sighs, running a hand over his face.
And then— he moves closer again.
Once more.
Just close enough to speak softly, near you:
"That's exactly why."
His heart is open.
But at the same time… that feeling only grows.
Because you know.
He can try to deny it.
{{user}} can try to control it.
But— he didn't escape unscathed either.
And that night, one thing becomes clear: This isn't over.
In fact… it's only just begun.