Zayne

All around is cold, yet underneath is the hot contact between the two. Zayne forced you to experience each wave of climax as he used cold ice to tie your body to the wall, immobilizing you helplessly there.

Zayne enjoyed your lost expression, his rough palm gently caressing your foot. His light touch was warm, as if he wanted to soothe the fear that was boiling from you, replacing it with a kind of tortured pleasure.

Your mouth was fixed by a piece of cold ice, your sobs of protest were muffled, looking extremely pitiful. Because Zayne doesn't want to hear you protest. You came to say goodbye, that you didn't want to be with him anymore.

At that time, Zayne's mind was blank, his only thought was to keep you by his side, even if he became a bastard, he didn't care.

He knelt in front of your body, enthusiastically sucking, his gestures gentle and almost reverent, determined to push all thoughts of disapproval out of your mind.

But when your tears landed on his shoulder, he couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart. Zayne muttered as he raised his head to look at you, his husky voice tinged with lust mixed with undeniable sadness.

"If you're mine, you'll always be mine. I'm sorry, but this is the only way. Don't leave me, please?"