Book 1: The Sweet Fate (Rosé X Female Reader)

11:Mine to conquer

The night wore on, your subconscious mind refused to grant you the respite you desperately craved.

The images of Rosé, her face etched with pain and betrayal, haunted your dreams.

The taste of her disappointment lingered on your lips, a bitter reminder of the choices you had made.

Eventually, the morning sun began its ascent, casting soft, golden rays through the thin veil of the tent.

The warmth of its touch slowly stirred you awake, the realization of the events that unfolded the night before crashing back into your consciousness.

You turned to your side, your eyes falling upon Rosé's figure curled up beside you.

A lump formed in your throat as you took in her delicate features, her back turned towards you, a silent shield between the two of you.

The ache in your chest intensified as the weight of your actions settled upon you, like an anchor dragging you deeper into the sea of regret.

Summoning the courage that resided deep within you, you leaned closer, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," you breathed, cautious not to disturb the peaceful ambiance that enveloped the tent.

Rosé stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and she turned to face you, her gaze guarded yet filled with a glimmer of vulnerability. "Hmm?"she hummed, her voice carrying a hint of weariness.

"Can you face me, please?" you requested, your voice laced with an earnest plea.

You yearned for the chance to bridge the gap that had grown between the two of you, to have an open and honest conversation that could mend the shattered fragments of trust.

"Why?" Her voice, though weak, held an undercurrent of resistance, a protective barrier shielding her fragile heart.

"So we can talk," you replied, your voice filled with desperation. The desire to understand her thoughts, her feelings, burned within you like a relentless flame.

You needed to know if the damage caused by your actions was irreparable or if there was a glimmer of hope for redemption.

A moment of silence hung in the air, the weight of unspoken words lingering between you.

Finally, she hesitantly turned to face you, her eyes locking with yours. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice a delicate melody that filled the space between you.

"What do you think, Rosie?" you whispered, your voice heavy with remorse. The vulnerability in her gaze mirrored your own, the pain etched upon her features evident for all to see.

You paused, the weight of your actions pressing upon you with an unbearable force. "I'm sorry," you finally uttered, the words laced with regret and self-reproach.

"For what?" Her pale face was illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight, transforming her into an ethereal figure that pierced straight through your heart. The vulnerability in her voice, the quiet plea for understanding, brought tears to the corners of your eyes.

"I'm sorry for..." Your voice trailed off, the words caught in your throat. Maybe you were just overthinking things, allowing your guilt to consume you.

Perhaps she didn't even care that you had kissed someone else. The thought itself was both a relief and a disappointment, a confusing mix of emotions that left you feeling lost.

"For what, Y/N?" Her voice softened as she reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, her fingers gentle against your skin.

Her touch was both comforting and electrifying, a reminder of the connection that still thrived between you.