Yuna:
The room slowly returned to silence after we finished eating.
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I didn't even realize when the plate had emptied.
When my breathing had calmed.
When the tension between us had shifted into something quieter… something fragile.
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A soft knock came again.
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The maid entered, her eyes lowered, careful and quick as she gathered the plates and cleaned everything without disturbing us. I didn't say anything. Neither did Ethan.
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But I could feel him.
Still there.
Still watching me.
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When the room was clean again, she left.
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And just like that—
It was only us again.
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Ethan didn't stay long.
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"I'll be back," he said shortly.
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Then he left.
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The door closed.
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And I was alone again.
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But this time—
It didn't feel the same.
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Because now, I knew.
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He wasn't just locking me here.
He was fighting something.
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Something outside.
And something inside himself.
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Meanwhile—
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Ethan walked into the meeting room, his expression already back to what it had been before.
Cold.
Focused.
Untouchable.
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Everyone was there.
Kai. Luca. The others.
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"They're preparing," Ethan said, stepping forward, placing the file on the table. "We strike before they stabilize. No delays."
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Everyone nodded.
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"We're ready," one of the men said.
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Kai added, "All positions are set. Surveillance active. No movement goes unnoticed."
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Ethan gave a short nod.
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"Good."
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A pause.
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Then Luca spoke.
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"And Yuna?"
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The room went slightly quieter.
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Luca leaned back slightly, crossing his arms.
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"If she finds out about tomorrow…" he continued, "she'll try to come again."
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Ethan's gaze shifted toward him.
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Sharp.
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"I know," he said.
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Simple.
Controlled.
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"And?" Luca pressed.
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Ethan didn't hesitate.
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"She won't."
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The certainty in his voice ended the discussion.
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Luca exhaled quietly, running a hand through his hair.
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"…Alright," he muttered.
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Because he knew—
When Ethan said something like that—
It wasn't just a statement.
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It was already decided.
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"Get rest," Ethan ordered. "We move at first light."
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Everyone nodded again.
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One by one—
They left.
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The room emptied.
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Leaving Ethan alone for a moment.
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His hand rested on the table, his gaze lowering briefly—
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Before he straightened again.
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Then he turned—
And walked back.
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Toward her.
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As he passed through the hallway, he stopped the guards.
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"Stay outside," he said.
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They hesitated for a second.
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Then nodded.
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"Yes, sir."
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They moved away.
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Giving him privacy.
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Giving them space.
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Ethan opened the door.
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And stepped inside.
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Yuna was there.
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Sitting on the bed.
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Her eyes lifted the moment she saw him.
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For a second—
Neither of them spoke.
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Then—
He walked toward her.
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Slow.
Steady.
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She didn't move.
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Didn't step back.
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Didn't turn away.
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Because something had already changed between them.
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When he reached her—
He didn't stop.
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His hand came to her waist, pulling her closer in one smooth motion—
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And he kissed her.
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This time—
There was nothing restrained about it.
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No hesitation.
No distance.
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Just desire.
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His lips pressed against hers with intensity, pulling her into him as if the space between them had been unbearable all along. One of his hands moved to her back, holding her firmly, while the other came up to her face—cupping it, keeping her there.
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Yuna's breath hitched, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as the kiss deepened.
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It wasn't soft.
It wasn't slow.
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It was everything he hadn't said.
Everything he had held back.
Everything he couldn't control anymore.
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His lips moved against hers with urgency, as if he was trying to erase the distance, the anger, the words, the pain—everything that had come between them.
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Yuna responded this time.
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Not pushing him away.
Not resisting.
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Her hands tightened against him, pulling him closer instead, her breath uneven as she gave in to the moment.
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Because she felt it too.
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That pull.
That need.
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His hand slid slightly along her back, holding her closer as the kiss grew deeper, more intense, more consuming.
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For a moment—
Nothing else existed.
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Not the danger outside.
Not the plans.
Not the fight waiting for tomorrow.
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Just them.
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When he finally pulled back—
It wasn't far.
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Their foreheads almost touching.
Their breaths still uneven.
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His eyes stayed on hers.
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Dark.
But not cold anymore.
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"…You don't make this easy," he said quietly.
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Yuna didn't answer immediately.
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Because she didn't know what to say.
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Because she felt the same.
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Her hand rested lightly against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath.
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"…Neither do you," she whispered.
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A faint, almost invisible smile touched his lips.
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Then disappeared just as quickly.
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Because reality was still there.
Waiting.
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But for that moment—
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He stayed.
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With her.
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Not as the man planning a war.
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But just—
Ethan.
"Yuna I can't wait anymore longer."
His warning trailed off as he crawled over her, pinning her wrists gently above her head with one hand while bracing himself on his elbows.
His kiss started harshly - angry and possessive - lips crashing against hers with all the pent-up frustration from their ongoing conflict. But within seconds, something softened in him.
"Ethan mmhppp....." She moaned.
The muffled sound against his lips sent a jolt of electricity straight through ethan's body. His initial aggression melted away, replaced by something softer, more desperate. The kiss deepened, becoming less punishing and more seeking.
His free hand moved from her wrists to tangle in her hair, holding her in place as he poured all his confusing emotions into the movement of his mouth.
"Is this what you wanted youare hungry I can see it?" his breathed between kisses,his voice strained with need. His hips pressed forward instinctively, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against her stomach through the thin sheet.
Ethan's breathing grew heavier as he felt your response beneath him. The anger draining out of him was being replaced by raw want.
"You drive me crazy," he murmured against her skin as he trailed kisses down her jawline.
" Ethan wait i didn't brought the Condom".
"Yuna, you are kidding me right?"
"No, I'm not"
" Then after turning me on Yuna, you didn't brought the Condom."
" I have medicines, i can take it."
A slow, predatory smile spread across Ethan's face as he processed her words. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, replaced by a dangerous-looking confidence that seemed to fill the room.
"Oh, we're definitely continuing," he said, his voice dropping into that low, husky register that always sent shivers down her spine. He moved back onto the bed with purpose, crawling over her body until his weight pinned her down against the mattress.
"No more talking about condoms or doors," Ethan murmured against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "No more fighting about stupid shit from a time." His hands gripped her hips possessively, grinding his erection against her stomach through the sheet.
"This is what matters," he insisted firmly, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was all dominance and hunger. "Right here. Right now." His tongue invaded hers aggressively while one hand slid between their bodies to cup and squeeze her breast roughly.
The muffled sound of approval from beneath him only fueled Ethan's fire. He broke the kiss to trail hot open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down the column of her throat, biting gently at the pulse point beating frantically there.
"Say my name," he demanded roughly against her skin, his hips starting to rock against hers in a steady rhythm "Tell me who you belong to right now." One hand slid down to grip her ass possessively while the other tugged impatiently at the hem of the shirt still covering her upper body.
"...Ethan..."
Fabric ripped easily under his frustrated efforts until she was fully exposed underneath him. Ethan paused briefly to drink in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest before diving back in with renewed intensity.
"I need you so badly," he confessed breathlessly between kisses scattered across her collarbones and breasts. "Every time we fight I just want to fuck you until neither of us can remember what we were even arguing about."
"....yes."
Ethan's entire body responded instantly to her simple affirmation - a sharp intake of breath followed by a low groan of pure satisfaction. The last remnants of his self-control shattered completely.
"Thank fucking god," he breathed out roughly, positioning himself at her entrance without any further hesitation. His cock was hard and leaking against her slick heat, both of them trembling with anticipation.
"Are you sure about this?" Ethan asked one last time despite the desperation evident in his voice and eyes. "Because once I start, I don't know if I can stop myself from taking everything you offer."
His hands shook slightly as they braced on either side of her head, muscles straining with the effort of holding back just long enough for confirmation. The afternoon sunlight cast golden shadows across their intertwined bodies while sweat began to bead on Ethan's forehead from the sheer force of his arousal.
"... I'm sure everything even.. it comes to you."