Polar Night (Completed).

Part 4 - Him, 'Complement'

Until that day, the first time he saw you in that theater, a few months after he lost his mother, he found something that unknowingly filled the void in his heart, slowly but steady made its irreversible way into his life. The empty evenings without his mother to talk with him were replaced with staring at your candid pictures that he took from the last ballet show that you performed.

It was almost out of the blue, he didn't want to nourish the forbidden desire, it was too embarrassing even to admit to himself, how he was infatuated with a sixteen years old kid, it was disgusting.
Especially when he had a woman like Sophia next to him. He would be a laughingstock if it leaked.

You were nowhere near the beauty like Sophia was, your skinny frame was as stiff as a stick, the mound of your chest almost flat like a washing board. It was like an insult to his pride as a man, to take interest in a girl like you.
So he tried to bury his feeling, trying to extinguish the fire that threatened to burn him down.

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His grip on her neck was firm, the pressure was visibly started to get her uncomfortable, but his hand was unwavering, along with his hip that sending rhythmic jolts when he pushed his cock deep inside her.

Sophia's moan was a bit muffled as oxygen supply was cut, and she put her hands on his wrists to stop him.

But there was a veil of haze clouded his mind, as he desperately trying to rid your face from his memory.

He was angry, extremely furious.
It had been a year ever since he first saw you, but your image was still firmly carved inside his brain, and it appeared everytime he made love to Sophia, trying to fuck the image out of his delusional mind.

He had tried to avoid you, other than the role of benefactor for your career as he promised, he tried to be as scarce as he could, avoided the theater eventhough he had always enjoyed the showcase before.

Sophia's artificial nails dug to the skin on his hand was the thing that sent him back to the present, when he finally realized what he had done.
In that moment of delirium, it was your face that flashed in his vision, haunting him like unending nightmare. He wanted to kill that visual, wanted to be freed after so long, wanted to have his old, boring, aimless life back.

But it was all in vain.

His body finally surrendered, when his hand loosened, he didn't register Sophia's string of curse at him, as his cock went flaccid before he pulled out of her.
There were a fit of cough escaped from her strained throat, as she tried to speak with exertion.

"Are you crazy? You almost killed me there!"

He didn't answer as he walked to the bathroom and lock the door to have a moment of solitude, blocking Sophia's voice calling him with fuming tone.
Standing under the blast of the rainshower, he finally able to get himself off with his hand while imagining his hard cock defiling your virgin cunt, spilling his seed inside your womb, paying a homage into his lingered fantasy.

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It wasn't until your seventeenth birthday that he finally drew a truce with himself.

He saw you again after a performance of where you played your first main role as Giselle in a grand two act showcase at the theater.

He almost couldn't recognize you.

The dull hair framed your tired face before was replaced with a shiny midnight lock that surrounded your glowing face, covered with light makeup and pink lip color. The prominent dent under your cheekbones were vanished, and your face radiated a healthy gleam.

But the thing that drew all the air from his lung was your body. The pitiful unattractive bony frame was gone, it was replaced with sensual curves around your waist and chest.

He almost couldn't divert his eyes from your breasts, where two beautiful twin swell of flesh were covered in corset that couldn't really hide its beauty. He couldn't restraint the bulging tent in his pants, his imagination went into overdrive.

At some point later, after regular wetdreams and moments where your face constantly replaced Sophia's whenever he needed his release, he realized that it must be fate- however twisted it was, that you came into his life was for a certain purpose.
There must be a reason why he could never get rid of you out of his life.

And he finally made a decision to follow the destiny.

His father always said to him, when he wanted something, he had to make it happen. The thing wouldn't make its own way to him.
Which was impossible because of his engagement to Sophia.

Therefore, he had to change the whole game.