He hesitated for a mont, rembering the whispers he had heard from other ghosts—that sotis physical closeness could ease the burden of the mind, could make the stress feel lighter. His chest tightened with the thought, but his hand still moved slowly to her robe, tugging at the edge.
"Jules..." Ruby muttered softly, lifting her head to look at him, her voice caught between surprise and the weight of exhaustion. His eyes t hers, filled not just with desire, but with the quiet desperation of wanting to take away even a part of her pain.
"...Wife," Julian whispered, his voice deep as he pulled her closer, unable to hold back anymore. His lips found hers, kissing her plump mouth with a hunger he had been holding in for too long. Ruby’s hands slid around his shoulders, then down to his waist, tugging gently at his robe until it slipped loose. Soon, their clothes lay scattered across the floor, forgotten in the heat of the mont.
Ruby’s lips trailed from his mouth to his neck, leaving soft, burning kisses that made him draw in a sharp breath. When she moved further down, kissing his chest slowly, Julian’s head fell back, a low sound escaping his throat as his hands tightened against her waist. His eyes, usually warm and gentle, darkened with a passion he could no longer hide.
He caught her suddenly, pulling her onto his lap, settling her on top of him as his arms wrapped around her tightly. His heart pounded against her chest as he lifted his gaze, drinking in the sight of her with almost desperate affection.
When he finally entered her, Julian closed his eyes, his face twisting with the overwhelming rush of pleasure. Ruby too let out a trembling breath, her body pressing closer to his as waves of heat and intensity spread through her. For a mont, the fear, the stress, the heaviness of everything outside faded away, leaving only the two of them—bound together in warmth, love, and fierce need.
Ruby’s breath ca uneven as she moved against him, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, her hands clutching tightly at his back. Julian held her close, his arms firm around her waist, guiding her gently as their bodies moved together. His lips brushed her ear, his voice low and tender even through the intensity.
"Everything will be okay," he whispered, his words carrying a steady promise. His hands rubbed her back, pulling her tighter against him as if he could shield her from all the fear outside these walls.
Ruby’s heart clenched at his voice, the warmth of his comfort mixing with the overwhelming pleasure rushing through her. She buried her face in his neck, her body trembling as she whispered back, "Jules..." her voice breaking with emotion.
Julian kissed her temple softly, his eyes closed, holding her as if she was his whole world. In that mont, nothing else mattered.
anwhile, Milo want to show Ruby the design he’d been working on, sothing bright and cheerful that he thought might lift her heavy mood. When he reached her door, he noticed it was left slightly open. Without thinking much, he leaned closer, aning to call her na.
But the mont his eyes fell inside, his whole body froze.
Ruby was straddling Julian, their bodies close, moving in an intimate rhythm. Julian’s arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, his lips pressed to her temple, while Ruby’s bare back glead softly under the dim light of the lamp.
Milo’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. "W–what..." he whispered under his breath, his chest tightening with shock. He had never expected to stumble upon such a scene. His gaze, though innocent at heart, lingered too long on Ruby’s back before he quickly looked away, his face burning red.
He stepped back from the door in a hurry, his mind racing. So this... this is what they do... He felt conflicted—awkward, embarrassed, yet unable to erase the image from his mind. Hugging his sketchbook close to his chest, he walked down the hall with wide eyes, still whispering to himself, "Why did I even look...?"
For soone as inoccent as Milo, it was too much to process, and yet, he couldn’t shake the image no matter how much he tried.
"What happened?" Adrian asked as he ca back from speaking with the officer. His voice was calm as always, but his sharp eyes imdiately noticed Milo standing stiff, his face flushed a deep red.
Milo nearly dropped the sketchbook in his hands, his whole body jerking. "N–nothing... nothing at all!" he stamred, shaking his head quickly, his cheeks burning even brighter.
Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone steady but curious. "Mm. Strange. Your face says otherwise." Still, he didn’t press right away. "Where’s Wife? I want to talk with her."
At that, Milo’s eyes widened even more. He quickly stretched out his arm, stepping in front of Adrian like a barricade. "Wait! You can’t go inside!"
Adrian raised a brow. "Why?"
Milo bit his lip hard, his ghostly pale face now turning even redder as he shook his head stubbornly. "J–just don’t. Wife is... busy."
Adrian’s brow arched higher, suspicion flashing in his cold gaze. "Busy?" he repeated slowly. "With what?"
Milo’s mouth opened and closed, but no words ca out. He turned his head away, hugging the sketchbook to his chest, clearly struggling to hide what he had just seen. His reaction only made Adrian’s curiosity sharpen.
Adrian crossed his arms, studying Milo’s burning red face with his usual cold, unreadable expression. His voice ca out low and steady, but there was a bite to it.
"Milo. What exactly is Wife busy with?" he asked, stressing each word. "And why do you look like you’ve seen monster?"
Milo’s eyes darted to the side, his hands clutching the sketchbook so tightly the corners bent. His mouth opened, then closed again, his tongue tripping on every word he tried to form. "I... um... she’s... she’s just... with Jules... doing... doing sothing..."
To be continued... 🪄
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