Nico
I messed up. I knew it the moment I closed the bathroom door behind me. I should not have walked out on him like that, leaving Alaric lying there, spent and vulnerable after everything we had just shared.
But deep down, I also knew the truth: Alaric was not ready.
As much as I wanted to take him completely, to claim every inch of his body and make him mine in every possible way, he was not ready for me. He was not ready for the full force of my obsession once I finally got a real hold on him.
I stood in the bathroom, not even bothering to step under the running shower. The water cascaded loudly into the tub, filling the space with white noise, but I remained frozen in front of the vanity mirror.
My reflection stared back at me—my hair still dark and messy, my eyes dark with a mixture of lingering desire and heavy guilt.
I loved being in control. That was the problem.
