Come back to me

Regret

Okay, fair warning this story/chapter is LONG but in my opinion, it has more detail and whatnot in the story so warning there are also 18+ things in here read at your own risk. (I got the idea from- A boxful of sunflowers)

The room was fraught with tension as Kinn's bodyguards exchanged anxious glances, their gazes shifting between their devastated leader and the one who had just delivered the unthinkable news.

"Porsche did it, sir," one of the bodyguards finally managed to say, his voice quivering with trepidation.

Kinn sat there, bewildered, his mind racing to make sense of the accusation. His beloved Porsche, whom he had loved unconditionally, had allegedly betrayed him, and the weight of that revelation hung heavily in the air. Porsche had always been a paragon of honesty, and the idea that he had stolen documents and sold them felt inconceivable. Questions circled in Kinn's mind like vultures, refusing to be dismissed.

The room's dim light cast long, ominous shadows on the walls as Kinn wrestled with his conflicting emotions. Hours seemed to pass like an eternity as he sat in deep contemplation, trying to reconcile the image of the man he loved with the accusation against him.

Finally, after much internal turmoil, Kinn reached a reluctant conclusion. It became evident that some of his sensitive documents were indeed missing. Despite the emotional turmoil it caused him, his rational mind led him to believe that Porsche might have played a role in this perplexing disappearance.

Summoning Porsche, Kinn watched as his lover approached, concern etched across his face. "Are you okay, Kinn? You seem upset. What's wrong?" Porsche inquired with genuine worry.

Kinn's voice quivered with a mixture of anger and heartache as he confronted Porsche with the accusation. "Did you steal the documents, Porsche, and sell them to someone?"

A heavy silence enveloped the room as Porsche remained silent, his eyes darting away from Kinn's penetrating gaze. Kinn's frustration grew, the room's atmosphere becoming increasingly charged with tension.

"ANSWER ME, PORSCHE! DID YOU?" Kinn's roar shattered the silence, his anger now bubbling to the surface. The bodyguards in the room exchanged nervous glances before filing out, leaving the two men alone to grapple with the weight of the truth.

Porsche's continued silence heightened the tension, and Kinn's frustration escalated into a torrent of emotions. In a fit of rage, Kinn grabbed Porsche's collar, forcefully pinning him against the wall. His fists clenched, and he began to strike Porsche, unleashing a torrent of emotions he could no longer contain.

"I did, but please, it was necessary," Porsche finally confessed, his voice strained and desperate. He understood that even if he were strong enough to fight back, he stood no chance against Kinn's fury at this moment.

"So you did do it," Kinn declared, his grip on Porsche's collar tightening as he choked his lover.

Porsche, unable to speak, remained trapped in a web of deceit and betrayal, his silence a haunting confirmation.

Kinn's torment of Porsche continued until his own anger and exhaustion began to take their toll. Finally, in a moment of cold determination, he reached into his pocket and produced a knife. Without a second thought, he thrust the blade into Porsche's side, blood beginning to pour from the wound. Porsche fell unconscious, the pain and betrayal too overwhelming to endure.

"Guards, get him out of here and clean up this mess," Kinn ordered, pointing to the bloodstain on the floor. Porsche, now abandoned on the side of the road, lay bleeding profusely on the grass, the earth beneath him slowly turning crimson.

As night fell, Kinn couldn't help but hope that he would awaken to find Porsche in their bathroom, his bright smile lighting up the room as it always had. Instead, Kinn stared at the blood stains on his clothes, realizing the depth of Porsche's wound for it to have bled so profusely. Remorse crept in, but his mind persisted in reminding him that Porsche was just another traitor like Tawan, and at least he hadn't killed Porsche.