Chapter 122
They were both so clumsy.
Not a single one of them knew how to handle this.
Maybe all they could do was stumble through the years, colliding as they went.
“Come here.”
Still, it was only right that the master should be the one to reach out first.
“Come on, Yasamin.”
“No. You come here.”
“So stubborn.”
As he turned his head away sulking, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his firm chest.
Thump, thump!
She could hear the sound of his heart beating.
No matter how much he grumbled, it was useless.
The body never lies.
Her feelings for him were right here.
A heartbeat of the heart—one that couldn’t be taken out and seen, but could be heard.
After listening for a long time, she realized that hers didn’t beat as strongly.
“Sei.”
“Yeah.”
“I… wondered if you were Aquafuran or not. But at the same time, I hoped you weren’t. And I hated myself for hoping that. Do you know what that means?”
Honestly, no.
Not at all. She had no idea what he was talking about.
But she couldn’t exactly say that, so Siren remained silent.
“It means I wanted to love you to my heart’s content before resentment ever had a chance to take hold.”
Realizing that she hadn’t understood, Yasamin gave a bitter smile.
With that, they both fell into silence.
Their thoughts were too tangled.
Even though nothing had begun, there was already the air of lovers standing at the edge of farewell.
If love were a candle, then it must have melted away completely.
And yet, it still burned—making it all the more heartrending.
‘I can’t think of only you when my people weigh on my mind, while you see nothing but me and crave my attention.’
They were parallel lines. Could they ever cross?
What would it take for them to truly love each other?
“Maybe that’s it. Maybe the problem was trying to love in the first place…”
Perhaps hatred would have been the more fitting emotion between them.
As she marked the spot for the lake with her gaze, she continued walking, murmuring as if to herself.
Without knowing what kind of expression the man shrouded in her shadow was making.
That night.
Yasamin stirred awake and rose, his bare body moving toward the table for a drink of water.
The moonlight clung suggestively to the firm curves of his hips.
The sculpted shape of his spine, the muscles of his back—they looked like the work of a masterful artist.
Gulp, gulp.
As he swallowed, his masculine Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably.
Catching sight of his reflection in the mirror, he let out a small, derisive laugh.
“What a pathetic bastard.”
His deep green eyes glowed with a flicker of madness.
Strangely, there was something about him now that felt entirely different from before.
“…….”
The sound of Siren’s soft breaths filled the silence.
‘You’re awake, but pretending to sleep.’
In the darkness, his eyes gleamed like a predator’s.
The naked body beneath the thin blanket was far too enticing. Just looking at her was enough to make him hard.
The fact that he was unraveling like this, while she remained composed, wounded his pride. It pained him. So much so that it ached.
What would it take for you to love me?
What would it take for you to never abandon me again?
I can’t live without you.
‘If nothing else, maybe I should make you hate me instead… If I can’t be your one and only love, then being your one and only hatred wouldn’t be so bad either.’
In the end, wouldn’t that make him unforgettable?
Yes, perhaps trying to love in some naive way had been the mistake.
“Love is something that can be postponed depending on the situation. But hatred and vengeance… those take precedence above all else.”
Wasn’t it funny?
People think positive emotions are what shape and guide their lives, but that’s not true.
At least, not in any of the books he had ever read.
“If you won’t tell me you love me, then just tell me you hate me instead.”
“Haah…!”
“Slap me. Scratch me, bite me. If you hate it, then f*****g curse me out.”
Creak.
The bed made a dangerous sound.
Trapping Siren between his arms, he yanked away the bothersome blanket and spread her thighs apart.
As he kneaded the soft flesh, honey-like moisture began to seep out.
“Look at you, getting wet just from spreading open like this. So pretty.”
“Don’t say things like that….”
“But you like it.”
Enjoying the way her skin trembled beneath his touch, he suddenly gripped her waist and pulled her down.
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