His Healer

Ep-15 Against Her Will

Roy woke up early, the morning light filtering through the fabric of the tent, casting a soft glow on Riya's face as she lay beside him. His heart raced as he watched her sleep, her features relaxed, peaceful. He didn't want to move, didn't want to leave this moment. Being close to her felt... right. His eyes traced her face, lingering on the softness of her lips, the slight rise and fall of her chest. A part of him knew this was dangerous, but he couldn't help it—he enjoyed every second of being near her.

As he saw her start to stir, her eyelashes fluttering as she woke up, he quickly shut his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He didn't want her to feel awkward or startled when she saw him lying so close.

Riya slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the morning light. Confusion swept across her face as she took in her surroundings—the tent, the forest... and Roy, right beside her. Her heart skipped a beat, panic settling in for a brief moment. What am I doing here? She thought. Her mind scrambled to piece together the events of the night before, but the more she thought about it, the more everything blurred together.

She turned her head and stared at Roy, sleeping—or so she thought—so peacefully beside her. How did this happen? Her thoughts raced, her heart thumping louder with every second. She wanted to remember, but all she could focus on now was the heat radiating from his body, his presence grounding her in the chaos of her thoughts.

As Riya looked around the tent, realization dawned on her. This was Roy's tent. Her breath hitched as she pieced it together, and a wave of embarrassment washed over her. She needed to get out of there—quickly, before things got more awkward.

Slowly, she began to inch her way off the sleeping bag, careful not to disturb him. But just as she was about to get up, she felt a warm hand wrap around her waist. Startled, she froze. Roy's grip was firm yet gentle, and she felt him pulling her back toward him.

"Where are you going?" His deep voice was hushed, laced with a tenderness she hadn't expected.

Her heart raced, her mind scrambling for an excuse, but nothing came. She could feel the heat of his body close to hers, his hand holding her in place as if he didn't want her to leave.

"Stay," he whispered, his voice barely audible. There was something vulnerable in the way he said it, something that made her heart soften.

Riya bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Her mind was telling her to leave, to escape the situation before it got more complicated. But her body—her heart—was torn. The warmth of his hand against her skin, the way he held her so protectively, made it hard to pull away.

Riya's heart pounded as she felt Roy's arms tighten around her, locking her in place. She squirmed a little, her voice trembling as she whispered, "What are you doing?"

When there was no response, she glanced over her shoulder to see if he was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. Is he still asleep? she thought. For a moment, relief washed over her. Maybe it was just a reflex, nothing more.

But when she tried to move again, his grip only tightened, pulling her closer. This time, his arms completely enveloped her, his chest pressing against her back, making it impossible to escape. Riya's pulse quickened, her breath hitching.

"Leave me," she whispered, a hint of panic in her voice, "what are you doing?"

Still, he said nothing, his hold firm but gentle, almost like he didn't want her to go, even in his sleep. She could feel his warmth, his steady heartbeat against her, and for a brief second, she felt safe—too safe. It confused her. She bit her lip, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside her, unsure if she really wanted to break free.