FiorentinaSophia
Ethan didn't fall. He came with the wrong intentions. Approaching to destroy, holding out for revenge he wasn't even fully sure of.
Sylus Harper was just a big name, a cold face, and a relationship that should have been destroyed. But between the distance, the lingering stares, and the silence that felt safe, the lie began to crack. Feelings grew without permission, slowly and dangerously.
No one truly wins when the truth waits its turn to fall.
Love is born too soon, at the wrong time, and for the wrong reasons.
When everything finally falls apart, all that's left is the choice to forget and a story that ends just before either of them realizes that memory loss might be the only way to survive.
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(Some of part of the story)
His hand remained around Ethan's wrist. The other groped for Ethan's waist, his fingers barely touching the skin beneath his shirt.
"S-Sylus... this isn't sparring anymore."
"When you touch me, it's not sparring anymore," Sylus murmured, his voice low enough to sound like a growl.
His entire body heated under Sylus's touch. His waist, his wrists, the closeness that pressed him against the ropes.
"Sylus..." Ethan sighed.
"Do it again," Sylus whispered, his lips brushing Ethan's skin without actually kissing him.
Sylus closed the remaining distance, finally capturing Ethan's lips in a deep, passionate, and riveting kiss that ended all pretense of argument.
It was a kiss that had Ethan clinging to him, his fingers gripping Sylus's shirt, his knees weak, the ropes trembling slightly from their proximity.
The sparring match was over.