The White Room Dropout - A CotE Fanfic

[🍋] Part 22.5: Forbidden Temptation

Note: The first half of this chapter is... well... erotic. So if you want to skip them, scroll down until you find the first [...]

Warning: 18+ scenes.

I awoke abruptly, jolted from my slumber by the persistent sound of rain drumming on the windowpane. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I glanced at the clock—around midnight. The darkness of the room was only interrupted by the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting off the rain-soaked streets.

The rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops filled the air, creating a symphony of nature's melancholy. It was as if the rain had cast a spell over the world, wrapping it in a shroud of solitude and mystery. I could still hear the gentle whisper of water droplets falling from the eaves outside my room, an incessant reminder of the storm's presence.

Intrigued by the persistent downpour, I couldn't resist the urge to witness it firsthand. Slipping out of bed, I padded across the cool wooden floor, the chill sending shivers up my spine. As I approached the window, I pulled back the curtains, revealing a world transformed by the rain's touch.

The scene that greeted me was both captivating and haunting. The rain fell in torrents, casting a glistening sheen on everything it touched. The night sky was shrouded in a thick blanket of clouds, obscuring the moon and stars from view. Streetlights flickered weakly, struggling against the onslaught of water, as if mimicking the wavering rhythm of my own heartbeat.

As I stood there, captivated by the mesmerizing downpour outside, the door creaked open, breaking the spell of solitude. Startled, I turned my gaze towards the entrance, my eyes widening in surprise as Ayanokouji stepped into the room. His presence, unexpected and enigmatic, added an air of intrigue to the already mystifying night.

Ayanokouji, with his striking features, stood before me. His tousled brown hair framed a face that exuded an aura of calm composure. His piercing brown eyes seemed to hold a depth of understanding beyond their years, as if they had witnessed countless hidden truths. His presence commanded attention, yet his emotionless demeanor remained unchanged.

Confusion mingled with curiosity in my voice as I asked, "What's up, Ayanokouji? Why are you here?"

He regarded me silently for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, in a tone that mirrored his usual detached manner, he replied, "I just wanted to see you."

The words hung in the air, their meaning echoing through the room. Ayanokouji, known for his reserved nature and calculated actions, rarely displayed such overt interest in others. His sudden admission of wanting to see me felt out of place, like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong picture.

I searched his face for any signs of jest or hidden intent, but found none. It was as if the rainstorm had brought forth a rare moment of vulnerability, peeling back the layers of Ayanokouji's enigmatic persona. The sound of rain intensified outside, as if emphasizing the gravity of his presence.

Suddenly, Ayanokouji closed the distance between us, our faces nearly touching, and a rush of conflicting emotions surged through me. Embarrassment mingled with a flicker of anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. Though startled, I couldn't deny the fluttering warmth that enveloped me in his presence.

My voice trembled slightly as I called out his name, a mix of surprise and vulnerability lacing the words. "Ayanokouji..."

His gaze remained unyielding, yet I sensed a subtle shift in the air, as if the weight of his unspoken words hung between us. There was something different about him, a glimpse of an unfamiliar facet beneath his stoic exterior. It was both disarming and captivating.