No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

23 - Raihan (18+)

I know Taylor's song is more like from the woman's POV but like... it fits?????? xD tbf it works for both of them. And idk here's a quote I thought worked good too.

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I ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet

But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable

Known someone that could level you with her eyes

Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you

Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell

And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel

You don't know about real loss 'cause that only occurs when

you love something more than you love yourself

And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much

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The night of the Gala

Raihan watched Samantha go. He watched her run, tears in her eyes, her words echoing in his head.

And he stood there.

He couldn't think; could barely breathe. His heart pounded in his chest and slammed against his skull. He had to be dreaming. He had to be. She hadn't said what he just thought she said. She couldn't. She wouldn't. They both knew the rules. They both knew what this was. They both knew better than to feel anything more than pleasure.

So why?

Why?

Why?

Why!?

Why'd she go and say that? What was she thinking?

What as he thinking?

Rather, why couldn't he think straight at all?

It should have been easy. It should have been a simple curse or wave of disappointment, and yet, the image of her running from him was burned into his mind. It filled his veins with cold ice and he wanted to sit down. Instead, he leaned back against the rail, fingers clenching the stone tight. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even know why he felt like this—so—so confused! He wasn't even sure if that was right! He didn't know to explain it. He only knew he wanted to run after her and yet run far, far away.

In the end, he did neither.

Rather, he stood there, eyes wide, barely registering his name being called. It was only when a firm hand grasped his shoulder and shook him that he realized it was Leon. He'd been calling to him, and still was. He looked worried. Nessa was coming up, too, her expression a mixture of worry and anger.

"What did you do to Samantha!?" the woman snapped, but he could only blink stupidly. "We just saw her run out of the gala—she was crying!"

"I—I didn't—."

"Nessa, stop, c'mon!" Leon sighed, exasperated, and turned his gaze back to his friend, who just looked ahead in a daze. "Raihan, what happened? I swore I saw you both out here, but then we saw Sam run out of the building. She was gone before we could stop her."