Evil Grows with love (ENGLISH VERSION)

17. Treason

[NB: In the French version, Robotnik and the reader always call each other by their surnames. I probably made the mistake of writing Y/N instead of L/N and I confess that I have no desire to change the whole story for that.]

Since when ?

How long had they just spent there, lying on the ground looking into each other's eyes, trying to read the flashes they perceived as in a sky full of stars. Robotnik might have 5 doctorates and an IQ of 300, but he seemed just as immersed as her in decoding other people's emotions.

Everything was new, starting with what made their hearts beat so fast. By the tenderness of their gestures. By the way she stroked his lower back with her fingertips, like a feather resting on his skin. She stared at him again when the doctor's hand gently touched her cheek. This contact was imbued with tenderness and it was something she had not expected to experience with him. The movement of his own hand upset him. Robotnik had never touched anyone like that, never had he been touched like that either. Delicately, as if he feared that she would now move away, he slid over her fine skin, which he had nevertheless abused in recent days without any scruple. Going over her cheek, barely brushing it, he ventured into her hair, marrying the undulations of her disparate and rebellious locks which seemed to want to spoil the sublime view of her face. He slid down the back of her neck and a shiver ran through him as he felt she wanted him closer to her. He wanted to resist, again, but he no longer had the strength to do so as he was already closing the little gap that remained between them. His nose could almost touch hers. Their breaths merged in a warm breeze. He was captured by her eyes, never wanted to have to give it up again.

-Ivo...

Y/N blinked, seeming to come out of a daydream she had locked herself in with him here, in this damp, silent hotel room.

-Ivo... she breathed. His name coming out of Y/N's warm lips sent a disconcerting sensation to Robotnik. He had understood that each time she said it, she would hit the wall of her coldness and her certainties. He had just given the weapon that would kill him to the only person who could pull the trigger.

-That's my first name... he whispered. She realized then that they had never introduced themselves.

Neither of them had ever tried to find out what their names were. They had contented themselves with their surname, their statutes, as if these were their only identities. As if they had ceased to exist as individuals in the eyes of the world. The idea that he had just given her this gift made her want to burst into tears. Instead, she just smiled tenderly and tried to make sure he didn't notice her bright eyes.

-Y/N... She blows her capitulation, also wanting him to know from her what she never gave to anyone. He giggled tenderly, blinking, his hand constantly touching this body he wanted every second a little more. "So you're [Country of your choice]..." he muttered. It was her turn to smile. She straightened up slowly to escape his merciless gaze, averted her eyes so as not to have to reveal more.

-Maybe..." she whispered softly, watching him. This man already had immense seductive potential dressed in black, but there, lying like this, with his hair in disarray, he was sexy to die for. She couldn't resist the urge to touch him again.

- Be careful... If you want to know too much, you risk getting attached.

A ruthless sneer formed under his mustache, the gaze that shot her then consumed her on the spot. -I may be willing to take the risk...

She bit her lip. Oh yeah, she loved hearing those words come from that mouth, she loved the idea that Robotnik wanted her, the idea of ​​having captured her interest.