⚠️ Warning: This Chapter contains dark and mature content that may not be suitable for younger readers. Please be advised that the events and characters depicted are purely fictional. If you are uncomfortable with explicit or intense scenes, you may choose to skip this Chapter.
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"A-are you going to leave ?"
Ro’s voice trembled in disbelief as he slowly stepped toward Sylvia.
His mind went blank the mont he saw the look in her eyes, eyes that told him she had already made up her mind to walk away from him.
She quickly averted her gaze, unable to et his.
"We... we need to cool off for the anti. Let’s give each other ti..." she whispered, her voice shaking.
"Give each other ti?" Ro muttered under his breath, his vision darkening little by little.
Just hearing those words from Sylvia left a bitter taste on his lips. She was asking for distance now, when his birthday was just around the corner—when he was finally planning to propose to her.
He had been waiting, preparing, holding back his excitent for that perfect day. And now, in just a few words, she was about to erase everything?
No. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen. Even if it ant trapping her in his arms just to stop her from leaving, he was willing to do it.
Without a word, he closed the distance between them and grabbed her firmly by the waist.
Sylvia gasped, pushing weakly at his chest, but he refused to budge. Instead, he pulled her closer, lowering his face until it hovered dangerously near hers, searching desperately for her eyes, the sa eyes that once lit up with a spark every ti they looked at him.
"Say it to my face," Ro whispered hoarsely, his breath uneven. "Tell you still love , and I’ll forget everything. Every mistake, every lie, even your betrayal with Daniel..I’ll let it go. Just... say you love ."
Sylvia’s brows furrowed in shock, confusion flashing in her trembling gaze.
"W-what are you saying? Are you... doubting ?"
Ro clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached. She was still denying it. Even now, even when he knew the truth, she refused to admit that she had betrayed him.
"J-just say it... say it, please..." he begged, his voice breaking as his lips hovered closer. But before he could claim her mouth, Sylvia turned her face sharply away, rejecting him.
His vision darkened.
It was the first ti Sylvia had ever refused his kiss. And in his twisted mind, only one thing echoed.
Daniel.
Maybe Daniel had already kissed her lips. Maybe she preferred Daniel’s lips and touch over his.
With that thought poisoning him, Ro’s hands gripped Sylvia’s cheeks harshly, forcing her to face him. Then, with desperation and fury tangled together, he crushed his mouth against hers.
His lips moved hungrily, almost violently, while his grip on her waist tightened like a vice.
He wanted more—no, he needed more. He wanted to erase every trace of Daniel’s kisses, to mark Sylvia so deeply that no thought of Daniel could ever remain.
Sylvia struggled, pushing at his chest with all her strength, but Ro didn’t care.
"Ahhh... R-Ro... s-stop... it hurts..." she whimpered between desperate breaths.
But he refused to listen. His body was running wild, like a caged animal that had finally broken free. Every ounce of self-control he once had was shattered.
He forced his lips harder against hers, ignoring the way she tried to turn away. When she resisted, he bit down sharply on her lower lip, making her cry out and part her lips in pain. He seized that mont to deepen the kiss, ravaging her mouth as though punishing her.
His hands, restless and desperate, slid upward before suddenly yanking at her thin long-sleeve shirt. The fabric tore easily, ripping apart under his grip.
Sylvia froze, her tears falling uncontrollably as she looked at him with wide, horrified eyes.
She could do nothing but cry, helpless as the man she loved, the man she thought she knew, towered over her like a stranger.
This Ro wasn’t the gentle man she had fallen for.
This Ro was possessive. Consud. And frighteningly unrecognizable.
"R-Ro, s-stop it... please... ahh..."
Sylvia’s voice broke as she struggled beneath his grip, her palms pushing desperately against his chest.
But Ro didn’t let go. He only held her tighter, ignoring her pleas, his eyes clouded with dangerous desire.
A twisted smirk tugged at his lips. "You’re fighting , but I can see it, Sylvia... I know you still want . I can feel it."
He pressed himself closer, his chest crushing against hers, forcing her back until the wall dug into her spine.
Every ti she tried to push him away, he only used more strength, trapping her wrists above her head.
Sylvia’s breath hitched sharply. She twisted, desperate to free herself, but Ro lifted her slightly, as if she weighed nothing, pinning her harder against the wall.
"Ro, please... stop... you’re hurting !" she cried, tears spilling from her eyes.
But Ro wasn’t listening anymore. His mind had gone blank, consud by jealousy and obsession. He was desperate, too desperate to claim her, to erase the haunting thought of Daniel from her heart.
His breath ca ragged and harsh as he leaned in, his words venomous against her ear.
"If you really don’t love anymore... then prove it. Look at right now and tell to let you go. Tell you feel nothing for , Sylvia, and I swear... I’ll walk away."
Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut, trembling uncontrollably. The Ro she loved, the man who once held her gently was gone.
"Ro..." her voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. "you’re scaring ..."
For a fleeting mont, Ro’s grip faltered, his chest heaving as he stared at her tear-streaked face.
But then his jaw tightened, and his eyes hardened once more when he noticed Sylvia’s swollen lips.
"Nope. Wrong answer..." he hissed before crushing his mouth against hers again, this ti with even greater force, his kiss growing hungrier and more demanding.
"R-Ro... s-stop it... please... p-please... ahh..."
But Ro didn’t stop. He refused to, not until he heard the sweet moans he wanted from her lips despite her pleas.
"Ahhh... p-please... ahh..."
A dark smirk curved across his mouth as he kissed her roughly. In his mind, her resistance only proved the opposite, that she still wanted him.
So he pressed himself harder against her, grinding his body against hers until she could feel the rigid tension of his fra.
Her blouse had already slipped and torn, baring her trembling upper body to the cold air, while his hand slowly slid downward, inching toward the waistband of her shorts.
"Stop, Ro! Please, stop!" Sylvia cried, her tears flowing freely as she tried to push his hands away.
But Ro didn’t care. With one hand, he blocked hers from stopping him, while the other pushed further, his grip tightening as he pinned her more harshly against the wall.
To him, her cries were aningless. All he saw, all he wanted, was to brand her as his and only his.
"Ahhh..Ro...ahh.."
Sylvia could only let out a soft moan, barely realizing that she was already beneath him on the bed while Ro’s heated, demanding lips continued claiming her whole body.
Just monts ago, he had been pressing her hard against the wall, yet now she found herself in his room. The pleas she had whispered earlier had slipped away and were replaced by a fire she could no longer deny.
She hated to admit it to herself, but she had beco weak before him. His kisses, his raw and uncontrollable desire, those alone had lted away the brief resentnt she had felt toward him.
Ro, on the other hand, smirked when he noticed that Sylvia was no longer resisting, no longer pushing him away.
His gaze swept over her bare body, drinking her in slowly. Half-dressed himself, he reached for his pants before removing them completely.
Sylvia’s eyes trailed over him freely now—eyes that not long ago had been full of rejection but were now betraying sothing else entirely.
He moved closer, gripping her by both thighs before capturing her lips once more in a deep, searching kiss.
His hands road, first over her chest, then down to her waist, as his mouth traced a path from her face down toward the most intimate parts of her body.
"Ro... please... ahhh..."
He stopped, eting her gaze, his voice hoarse with a desire he could barely control.
"Is that a plea for to stop... or an invitation for to go even harder?" he asked, his hand teasing the most sensitive part of her body.
Her teeth sank into her lip, her moan catching in her throat.
That alone was enough of an answer for him. Ro grinned, satisfied. He didn’t need words, her body had already spoken for her.
With no hesitation, he claid her fully—pulling her close, their bodies colliding in a feverish rush, desperate and searching for more.
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