Why did things turn out like this?

“I like you. I like you. I like you.”

The intense scent of roses made my head spin.

It wasn’t a fragrance I’d normally enjoy, but every time I inhaled, my mouth watered, and a jolt of electricity coursed through my body.

I felt an impulse to breathe in deeper, to take in more, as if I wanted every part of me to be saturated with that rich, rosy scent.

“Sean.”

A voice, raw and guttural like the cry of a beast pushed to its limits, pierced my ears.

Then, a large, calloused hand gripped my penis.

A surge of sharp pain and pleasure rushed through me, making my hips lift instinctively.

“Ah… ngh…!”

Not missing the opportunity, thick fingers burrowed between the cleft of my buttocks, while one hand stroked up and down my length and the other explored deeper into the sensitive crevice.

“Hah… ah…!”

The dual sensations from front and back blurred my mind.

Wet, obscene sounds accompanied the growing dampness below.

“Sean…”

He raised his body over mine and lightly bit my lower lip before releasing it.

Repeating the action several times, he then kissed me deeply, exhaling his breath into mine.

“I like you. I love you. I want every part of you to be filled with me.”

He was in a rut.

He wasn’t himself.

His frantic, obsessive confessions poured out like a madman’s, and even as I felt like I was losing my mind, I let out a hollow laugh.

‘Liar.’

He doesn’t love me.