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Hello, how are you all? I hope you're happy and healthy.

So here's the first chapter...but before you read it. I want to share a few important things about Aksh, Srivika and the story.

Firstly, Please make sure to read the triggers in the disclaimer... it's important.

Now, about Fury Syndrome. It's not exactly a real illness, but you can think of it as an extreme form of anger...so intense that it can harm both others and the person experiencing it. This concept is deeply inspired by my mother. I've seen her stabbing herself in her anger....and decided to add it for aksh. To show how it can hurt the person feeling it the most.

The resort Kartik is able to control Aksh is because of a deep emotional bond. Just like my mother...she can't hurt us and others all because of me and my brother, it becomes so unbearable that she harms herself. Well not every time, when she reached her limit.

Aksh loved his younger sister more than anything, and Kartik once saved her life. In a way, Aksh feels like he owes him everything. That sense of debt becomes his restraint...it keeps him from crossing limits, even when he's losing control. That's why he is a sealed general.

His emotions are strongly tied to his sister, but over time, he also grows close to Kartik. ( And little with others too..)

The story will begin in the past...just for a couple of chapters...( This past contains his wedding scene...and also flashbacks of his teenage life. )

Let's talk about Srivika.

She's different. Dark, toxic. She didn't start killing because of some tragic past...no. for her. It was boredom and fun. Thrill. Control. She's a dominating force. Aksh won't be the one chasing or breaking her...she will be the one in control. And Aksh...he may try to run, but he'll never truly be free. Because he doesn't know how to live free...he can only breathe when he's captive in her cage.

I won't reveal everything...( Mujhe khud nahi pata )...and also I'll not be promising, you're going to enjoy it a lot....but I'll try my best to make it worth your time.

One more thing....the story truly will start from the present. In the present

they had been married for two years  already. ( The age in their character intro is according to this time leap )

That's enough for now.. Happy reading 🎀

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Past time.....

Author's P.O.V...

The room was dim, wrapped in a stale mix of cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of gunpowder. A weak bulb flickered above, casting uneven light across the rough concrete walls. The space felt closed and heavy.

Aksh Raut sat restrained to a chair, his wrists and ankles secured with iron chains. Three of them...tight, leaving no room for error.

He shifted, slightly, testing the hold. If it had been rope, he would have broken free by now. Chains, however, required time and he was not in a hurry.

His gaze moved around the room, steady and observant. Few men stood at a distance, guns aimed without hesitation, fingers resting on triggers. Their stance was rigid, alert, but not disciplined enough to impress him.

Every detail registered in his mind without urgency.

In front of him sat a man, likely in his forties, leaning back in a chair as if he owned the space. A thick beard framed his face, and a scar ran across one eye, leaving it slightly closed.

There was arrogance in his posture, a careless confidence shaped by the illusion of control. " Finally, the king's general is in our hands," the man said, a mocking tone slipping into his voice. " And helpless... unable to do anything even if he wants to. " He laughed, loudly. And the men around him followed, their voices filling the room.

Aksh looked at him without reaction, his expression unreadable. They had taken him on the day of his engagement, just hours before it was meant to happen.

Though it was like a favour to him... because he didn't want to engage either. But still he needed to be free from them.

It wouldn't have been difficult for him to break free or end them where they stood. But Kartik had given a clear order...no violence until the marriage. And aksh followed his orders without question. He could die but never defy him. That restraint was the only reason these men had succeeded.

They celebrated because they believed he couldn't act. They somehow knew, why he was helpless at this moment.

They took advantage of his situation..yet even in their confidence, they hadn't taken chances. Three chains, secured tightly, placed with care. They knew what he was capable of.

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Aksh finally spoke, his voice calm. " Why have you kidnapped me? What exactly do you want?" The questions were clear, yet his tone remained composed, as if the answer held little value for him.

The man learned back, clearly entertained fingers tapping lazily against the armrest. " Straight to the point. Good. I expected nothing less from Aaryansh's right hand. " he said, a faint smirk forming.

His eyes narrowed slightly, amusement shifting into something sharper. " We are the ones he decided to erase...when he took control of what wasn't his. "

" Crowned Ashes shut down our routes...arms, shipments, overseas line. Everything we built disappeared within weeks. " He said, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression hardened. " And you... you're the one closest to him. The one who knows every move before it happens. "

Silence settled for a moment, thick but controlled. Aksh didn't interrupt, didn't react. He looked distant and bored. As if the conversation held no weight.

" So here's how the ends, " the man continued, spreading his hands. " You give us access codes, movement details and clearance for one shipment. Just one. Enough to bring us back in the game. " his lips curved again, more calculated now. " And in return...you walk out alive. "

The room stilled instantly. The men tightened their hold on their weapons, eyes flickering between the two, waiting for a shift.

Aksh lifted his gaze, meeting his eyes directly, calm as ever. " And you believe kidnapping me will make that happen?" he asked.

The man's smile stayed, though impatience crept into his expression. " Not believe, " he replied, voice firm. " I'm certain. You're the general...above everyone else. The one who knows Aaryansh better than anyone. "

That much was true. Aksh was the only one who understood Kartik's movements before they unfolded. Yet he remained silent, his expression didn't tighten. If anything, he looked mildly bored...like a man watching Children attempt a game far beyond their understanding.

" If you think this will make me give you anything. " Aksh said, voice calm. " You're wasting your time. " There was no anger in it, just finality that didn't invite negotiation.

The man's patience snapped slightly. " If you don't... we'll kill you, " he said.

Aksh raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk touching his lips. Before he could respond, a distant sound reached him ...the low, unmistakable growl of a bike cutting through the silence outside. It grew closer, steady and familiar. His attention shifted for a fraction of a second, enough to register it..

" I wish you could, " he said quickly, almost to himself, the smirk fading into something colder. " But sadly...no one can kill me. " His voice lowered further, carrying a hint of bitterness. " She doesn't allow it...not even me. "

The sound of the bike came nearer, echoing faintly through structure. Aksh's eyes darkened slightly, recognition settling in. He knew that sound. And more importantly...he knew exactly who had arrived.

The men frowned, confusion crossing their faces. " What do you mea-" he began, but his words were cut off by a sudden, sharp roat. The sound of a bike tore through the silence, loud and fast, echoing through the underground space.

Instantly, every man turned toward the entrance, their focus shifting in a single second. Before anyone could react, the wooden door burst open with a harsh crack.

A bike shot inside at full speed, splinter scattering across the floor. It moved with control despite the speed, sliding to a clean stop at the center.

The engine's growl lingered for a moment before fading leaving behind a tense, ringing quiet.

Aksh looked at it, recognition settling instantly. His jaw tightened, a flicker of something darker passing through his otherwise calm expression. No matter where he went, no matter how far he stayed...she never stopped finding him. And he hated that more than anything.

The man froze, completely stunned, his body going still as his mind struggled to catch up. None of them understood who had just entered or how someone had walked into their space like it meant nothing.

" Looks like I arrived at the perfect time. " The voice broke through the stillness, smooth and steady. The rider removed the helmet, and her hair fell freely down her back.

She stepped off the bike, her movements slow, deliberate, her eyes lifting to scan the room. A faint smile curved her lips as she looked at them, not impressed, not threatened...just mildly entertained.

The man's expression shifted instantly, shock taking over as recognition hit him. His eyes widened, disbelief clear on his face.

The very reason they had stayed hidden for years was now standing right in front of them. Srivika Oberoi. The captain of NS5.

Her reputation wasn't built on fear alone...it was built on what she did when she felt nothing. Ruthless, precise, and disturbing calm while ending lives. She didn't hesitate, didn't pause. For her, it was never personal...it was simply something she did.

She wasn't shaped by pain. She didn't carry a past that forced her into darkness. She didn't take someone's life the first time because had any tragic past or she was forced to. She did it because she felt bored. Because it entertained her.

She tilted her head slightly, her smile still in place, eyes glinting with quiet amusement. She didn't follow sin. She was the sin.

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" Why is she here?" the man snapped, anger rising as he turned toward his guards. " You said no one will even get a hint. " His voice carried a sharp disbelief, the confidence from moments ago slipping fast. The guards looked shaken, their earlier control gone, fear settling in visibly.

" W-we don't know, boss...we handled everything cleanly, " One of them stammered in panic.

" This is what you call clean?" the man barked, his patience thinning. His gaze flicked back toward her, unease settling deeper now that reality had shifted beyond his control.

" Your work was clean, " Srivika spoke, her tone calm, almost approving. She began walking forward slowly, each step deliberate, the sound of her boots echoing across the floor. " Even my brother couldn't track it. " A faint pause followed, her lips curving slightly. " But..."

She continued closing the distance, her presence filling the room without effort. The guards stepped back, their formation breaking without a word.

The horror was written on their face, they had been torched once from her hand. " When the trap is mine, " she added softly, " how exactly were you planning to escape it?"

She stopped right in front of the man, her gaze briefly shifting to Aksh. One brow lifted, a small, knowing smirk appearing like she was quietly enjoying the outcome she had already predicted. There was no surprise in her expression only control.

" Trap? What do you mean?" the man asked, confusion mixing with fear he was trying to suppress.

She looked at him, " it means, " she said evenly, " you didn't kidnap my fiance. "

Her gaze sharpened just a fraction. " I let you. " Silence dropped heavily.

" I needed you out of hiding, " she continued, her tone casual. " And you weren't coming out on your own. " Her eyes held no fear or worry. " So I placed the bait and waited. "

It had been her plan from the beginning. They believed they had taken Aksh, believed they had outplayed the system. But they had only walked into something she designed for them. Even aksh hadn't known... hadn't been told. No one only her.

To her, it wasn't a risk. It was a strategy.

Srivika's lips curved faintly again, " You really thought you found him, " she said, voice soft but cutting. " You didn't...you were led. "

The man stood frozen, the truth settling in with a sharp weight. It had been her trap all along. They hadn't taken anything...they had been led straight into it.

Aksh heard it and shut his eyes for a brief second, his teeth clenched. He should have seen it coming. Of all people, he knew exactly what she was capable of. No one could have reached him easily unless she allowed it...and he had overlooked that.

" Why are you staring?" the man barked suddenly, panic slipping into his voice. " Shout her. Kill!" his command echoed, but it laced the strength.

She looked at them, almost expectant, as if waiting for them to try. But none of them moved. They remained rooted in place, their hands trembling slightly on their weapons. They knew her...knew exactly what she could do..and that knowledge held them back.

" What are you waiting for?" she said, tone edge with impatience as she turned fully toward them." Come fast. I don't have time to waste. " There was no urgency in her stance, only irritation.

One of them finally pushed himself forward, forcing courage where none existed. He rushed at her, choosing to attack up close.

She didn't step back, caught his wrist mid-air, twisting it sharply until it gave, and drove her knee hard into his stomach. The impact folded him instantly.

The others panicked and opened fire, their control slipping. In a single motion, she pulled the man in front of her, using hum as a shield. The bullets hit him instead, his body taking the impact meant for her.

At the same time, her hand moved to her waist, drawing her gun with practice ease. She fired without wasting any second, fast.

Each shot found its mark, dropping that man one by one before they could react. Their weapons slipped from their hand as they collapsed to the ground.

Bodies hit the floor in quick succession, painted with blood. She pushed the man she had used aside, letting him fall without a glance.

Her movements had been fast, exact, leaving no gap, no chance to escape.

" Years of hiding...and this is all you've got?" She said, her voice calm, edged with disappointment. She turned toward the man, her gaze steady, almost indifferent.

" You disappoint me...mujhe laga itne saalon mein aakhir tum log mujhe entertain karne layak ho gaye honge....but looks like i was wrong. " the words landed lightly.

The man couldn't move from his place, horror settling deep into his expression. It had taken her only a few minutes ..just a few to bring everything down.

He panicked and raised his gun, pointing it directly to Aksh. His hand shook slightly, " I'll shoot him...let me go, " he said, voice strained, trying to force his little courage.

The threat hung in the air, but it lacked power. It was panic.

She began walking toward him, her gaze turning cold enough to unsettle even the air around the. There was no rush in her steps, "Do it...if you can, " she said, her voice low, controlled.

The man's panic spiked. His grip tightened as he tried to pull the trigger. But before he could act, a shot rang out. Her bullet struck his hand cleanly, forcing the gun to slip from his grasp. He let out a sharp scream, clutching his bleeding hand as it trembled.

" You shouldn't take so long to shoot someone...if you want to survive. " she said, her tone flat, almost instructive. Stepping closer, she grabbed his face, forcing his jaw open without effort. There was no hesitation in her moment, no pause to reconsider.

She pushed the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. The sound echoed harshly in the confined space as his body collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Blood spread across the ground.

" Pathetic, " she muttered, glancing at the bodies scattered around. Her expression held irritation and disappointment. As if the entire encounter had failed to meet her expectations. " I thought this would last longer... turns out they weren't even worth the effort. " she added and turned to Aksh.

She had already unlocked his chains. The metal slipped away with a dull sound as she moved closer, her fingers rose to his face, brushing against his skin with a softness and care.

" Did they hurt you anywhere?" she asked quietly, a trace of concern in her voice. For a brief moment, there was relief in her eyes because if they had, she knew she wouldn't have stopped at this.

Aksh didn't respond immediately. His gaze stayed on her, cold and distant. " It would've been better if they had, " he said, tone flat... detached. There was no emotion in his voice, but the meaning behind it was clear enough.

She knew exactly why he said it. The hatred in his eyes wasn't hidden...it never had been. If he could, he would have torn her apart without a thought. But he couldn't. And that helplessness only fed the anger he carried for her. She was the reason for it. She had made sure of that.

Her brow lifted slightly, a faint, mocking laugh slipping out. Without warning, she grabbed his hair, pulling his head back just enough, her grip firm. " Too bad, Aksh, " she said, " no one gets to do that. " Her hold tightened slightly. " If you ever suffer...it will only be by hand. "

He remained still, his face composed, like a stone that refused to crack. But the tension beneath it was impossible to miss. The veins along his hands stood out, his anger tightly restrained.

She let go of his hair, her hand sliding down to rest around his neck, not tight, not forceful. Just enough to remind him. " Let's go, " she said, her tone shifting again, softer now, almost playful. " It's our engagement today. "

Her lips curved slightly, something satisfied flickering in her gaze. " We can't be late...after all, we've waited years for this. " she added. More was like for herself, because he...he never waited for this moment instead he had wished... wished he could stop it.

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The Aaryansh Mansion was prepared for the engagement, every corner arranged with refined care. Soft lights ran along the walls, blending with pale florals and minimal decor that gave the place a quiet, controlled elegance.

Nothing felt excessive. Everything was deliberate. There was no media, no outside presence...only close allies and familiar faces. 

It was all for Garima....she hasn't recovered yet, and facing many unfamiliar faces could be a problem for her. Srivika wanted to postpone the wedding for her but Garima insisted her to not do.

This has also been Garima's decision. Aksh had no parents to stand for him, and his sister was far away, unable to attend.

There was no one left to represent his side. So Kartik and Garima stepped in without hesitation. Not out of formality...but because they were the closest thing he had to the family.

Kartik had supported him since the day they met... ensuring he finished his studies, guiding him through training and secretly taking care of him. Much like Ahaan, Aksh had stayed close to him oter the years.

He was told it was because Kartik needed him as his right hand. But what they shared went beyond that, something neither of them ever put into words. And after Garima entered, things had changed.

They walked toward the engagement setup, where everything had already been arranged with precision. The space was calm and waiting. .

" I don't know what Srivika did, " Vansh said, his voice low but serious as he walked beside Aksh. Who was dressed in a black suit.

" But I know you don't want this. Just say it... I'll stop this wedding. I don't care how. " his concern was genuine. He knew his sister well enough to understand what she can do...and how far she could go to get what she wanted.

Aksh didn't respond. His face remained still, gaze fixed ahead. There was no reaction, no sigh of hesitation. Just silence...calm and distant.

" Karega toh tab na kuch...jab woh karne degi, " Kartik said, a faint edge in his tone as he looked at Vansh. It wasn't mockery alone...it was awareness. He knew exactly what would happen if someone tried to interfere.

" Shut up, " Vansh replied, irritation slipping through as he glanced at Kartik. " Aren't you concerned? Your general are walking into something he might not come back from. " there was tension in his voice, a mix of frustration and understanding.

Kartik remained composed. " I know my general, " he said calmly. " Even if he doesn't return.. he'll survive. " His words carried quiet certainty, not reassurance but belief.

Vansh shook his head slightly, exhaling before placing a hand on Aksh's shoulder, stopping him mid-step. " I'm serious, " he said, meeting his eyes. " You know that. "

Aksh looked at him then, his expression steady, emotionless, almost like a still surface that revealed nothing beneath. " I'm fine, sir. You don't need to do anything. " he said quietly. His tone didn't invite further discussion. It ended.

Without another word, he walked past them. No pause, no glance back. Just forward.

Vansh watched him go, a quiet sigh leaving him. " I just hope she treats him right, " he muttered under his breath.

" She will...." Kartik said, before moving ahead. And together, they followed.

Srivika Stood dressed in a fitted green gown that carried quiet dominance. The fabric shimmered in muted gold, detailed with intricate beadwork that traced along her frame with precision.

A sheer cape fell from her shoulders, flowing behind her effortless grace, adding a soft contrast to the sharp structure of the dress.

The hall had settled into a calm stillness as the family gathered around. Garima stepped forward, holding the ring tray with steady hands, her expression warm.

" Aksh...are you really okay?" Garima asked, her voice filled with concern.

The moment they heard he had been kidnapped, everyone panicked. Even now, no one knows exactly what has happened...only that Srivika was the one who brought him back.

Aksh had told Kartik everything, every detail...but the rest were left in the dark.

Garima was the most worried. It was simply in her nature...no matter what, she couldn't stop herself from caring for others more than herself.

Aksh gave a small nod. " Pakka, " she asked again, her brows knitting slightly.

" Sweetheart.... he's fine. Don't worry, " Kartik said softly as he stepped behind her, his hand gently holding her waist, reassuring her. " Give them the rings. It's time. "

Garima nodded. " Yes bhabhi, don't worry...mere hote hue, mere aksh ki kabhi kuch nahi ho sakta hai. " Srivika said with a smile, her gaze settling on Aksh.

Her words sounded comforting but for Aksh it was like poison. But he stood there quiet.

Around them, a few family members and friends exchanged glances, some even shaking their heads subtly.

Because everyone knew the truth. If anyone Aksh needed protection from...it was her.

But no one said anything. Because if he himself had made this choice, then who were they to question it?

" Arvind ji...what kind of sin did i commit to have a daughter like her?" Risha whispered, standing beside him, her eyes filled with worry. " Humara baccha Aksh... I don't know what she has done that's he agreed to marry her..."

Her concern wasn't for her daughter...but for him. Arvind sighed quietly, his gaze steady.

" Risha, don't worry, " he said. " Aksh is capable of taking care of himself...and honestly, he might be the only one who can handle Srivika. "

There was sorry in his voice...but also acceptance. Because deep down, everyone knew...if anyone could survive her. It was him.

Srivika's lips curved into a soft smile. Her eyes held a quiet satisfaction. Aksh, on the other hand remained still. There was no trace of happiness...only an acceptance, as if he were fulfilling just his role.

" Savor the moment... because one day I'll turn your joy into grief. " he muttered internally.

Srivika took his hand, her touch firm and yet gentle. Without breaking eye contact, she slid the ring onto his finger. The gesture was smooth, almost intimate...but beneath it, there was possession. A silent calm.

" I'll erase every path you try to take to escape me..." She muttered internally.

For her it wasn't just a ritual. It was confirmation. From the moment she had set her eyes on him, she had decided and she never let go of what she chose.

He looked at the right for a brief second before lifting his gaze back to her. His expression didn't change. He licked up her hand, his movements calm and slipped the right into her fingers.

But to him, it felt different. Not like a promise. Not like a beginning. Like a chain. A quiet restraint wrapping around him, invisible but certain. His jaw tightened, he said nothing but the anger was there.

She noticed. Of course she did. " Hate me...but you'll never get free from my cage. " she thought, her smile didn't fade. It deepened only.

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Night had settled quietly over the Oberoi mansion, Srivika sat on the edge of her bed...one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine resting loosely in her hand.

Her gaze remained fixed on the ring adorning her finger, the faint light catching against its surface. A slow smile touched her lips, subtle yet certain.

" Just one more step, Aksh..." she murmured softly, her voice almost a whisper. " And you'll be mine.... completely. " The words carried no hesitation, no doubt only quiet possession. Years of waiting, watching, wanting...all of it was finally nearing its end.

She lifted the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip before setting it aside. Without wasting a second, she reached for her laptop and flipped it open. The screen lit up instantly, revealing a live feed. Her eyes settled in it with familiarity, like this was routine... because it was.

The footage showed him.

He stood under the shower, naked, water running down his body, his posture relaxed yet guarded even in solitude.

Her breath slowed for a moment, her gaze sharpening as she leaned slightly closer to the screen. Zoomed it.  She didn't look away. She never did.

Hidden cameras. Every corner. Every angle. Nothing about him existed beyond her reach.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the glass as she took another sip, her eyes tracing every movement on the screen. There was no shame in her expression, no hesitation only quiet hunger, lust for him.

She watched him the way one watched something they already own but still crave. Not out of curiosity but need.

Every night, it was the same. And every time...it made her want him more.

Her gaze stayed locked on the screen, unblinking consuming every detail like it belonged to her.

The way the water slid down his body, the quiet strength in his stance...it stirred something deeper, something that had been building for years. Slow. Controlled. But never fading.

A soft breath left her lips as she leaned back slightly, she took off her clothes, bare. Her fingers brushing over her skin slowly, there was no rush...only a growing need. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, letting the image in her mind replace the distance.

Her touch lingered at her neck, slow and intentional, as if she could feel him there. As if those weren't her own fingers, but his. The alone sent a faint shiver through her, her breath turning heavier, uneven in a way she didn't try to control..

Her hand traced lower, " ugh.." a soft gasp left her mouth, body responding to a presence that wasn't there...but felt real enough. Every movement was guided by imagination, by memory, by obsession.

She looked at the screen, him. His hand grabbed his cock, and he started jerking. It fueled her hunger more, She pulled out her gun from under the pillow. And then slowly, as she looked at him.

She pushed the gun inside her pussy, gently " Ah-" a sharp gasped left her, as she bit her lips.

Her fingers clutched the sheet tightly. A tear escaped her eye, " Aksh...Ah...A-Aksh, " she moaned,like always it gave her pleasure, not enough but enough to make her feel like it was his cock. Hard.

She tried to do it with fingers but it never gave her the satisfaction she needed. She needed him, his cock inside her, hard enough to give her pain and pleasure together.

Slowly she started to move it a little faster, in or out. " Oh God...yes, d-deeper..." She thrust herself, eyes shut.... imagining him. Soft moans filled her room.

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Aksh started jerking more deliberately, more intimately. His hand dragged through his hair, pushing it back as droplets traced along his skin. He didn't rush. He never did. His eyes shut. 

" Enjoy the show last time...Mrs. Soon-to-be Raut. " He muttered internally, he knew she was watching. From years. A faint smirk touched his lips, barely there, almost invisible.

His eyes darkened, cold yet sharp, as if he could see through the screen and straight to her.

Every movement that followed carried a silent message. He wasn't hiding. He wasn't stopping. If anything...he was giving her more to look at.

Because he knew exactly what it did to her. Her craving. Her obsession. The way she watched him like something she already owned.

And yet. She didn't.

His fingers flexed, his grip tightened around his cock, as his jaw tightened slightly. There was no softness in him, no warmth. He imagined her throat in place of his cock in his hand.

He let her watch. But never allowed her closer. " This is all you'll ever get. "

The thought settled in his mind as his gaze turned cold. He couldn't almost imagine her... watching, wanting, losing herself in something she could never have fully. And that...that was the point.

A silent punishment. A reminder. No matter how badly she craved him..she would always be kept at a distance.

" Faster, yes...Aksh, please..." she kept moaning in pleasure as she moved the gun inside her little faster carefully. In the thought that it was him, exploring her.

A Broken sound slipped past her lips, soft yet edged with strain. " Ah-..fuck.." the whisper escaped before she could contain it, she came not much. Her body going still fir a fleeting second as her breath turned uneven.

She drew in a slow inhale, trying to steady herself, but it barely helped. The tension didn't leave it...it lingered, coiled deep, refusing to loosen its hold.

Her chest rose gradually as she forced herself to stop, fingers tightened around the sheet. It wasn't enough. Not even close.

Whatever she reached for in these quiet moments always stopped just short, leaving her suspended in something incomplete. The silence that followed only made it worse.

Her head tilted back slightly, gaze drifting toward the ceiling as another breath left her lips, slowed this time. The frustration was there, but it wasn't loud. " It's not enough..." she murmured under her breath.

Because what she wanted...was never this gun. It was him..her gaze slowly returned to the screen, locking onto him again with quiet intensity. Her expression shifted, the faint curve of her lips no longer soft,but something darker. 

" Oh, soulhex...how long will you keep me like this..." she whispered, her tone slow, carrying a subtle edge beneath the softness.

Her eyes darkened, " Just a few more nights..." she whispered to herself. " This will end soon...and then I'll make you beg to love me and fuck me, like I'm dying for it. " The words didn't sound like a wish.

It marked the first step into something that was never meant to be gentle. Not built on choice....only shaped by a need that had grown in silence for far too long.

A fixation that had lingered, sharpened and refused to fade, no matter how much distance stood in its way.

And now

It had finally begun to take form.

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