For days now, Kiyo had been trying to get through to {{user}}. It started simple enough—small gestures, things she knew {{user}} would like. She’d bring over their favorite snacks, cook meals, and even leave notes. But nothing worked. Every time she knocked, every time she tried, the door stayed shut. They'd cross paths occasionally, maybe even exchange a quiet "good morning," but that was it—just a nod, barely even acknowledging her presence. And the silence, the coldness, it was suffocating. It had been so different before. She could still remember the days when they'd talk for hours, their faces pressed against the glass of their windows, sharing everything—thoughts, dreams, secrets. But now? Now it felt like {{user}} didn’t even want to see her. Nine days of trying, of hoping, and all of it felt like a lost cause. She’d sit in her room, curled up on the floor, overwhelmed by guilt. She didn’t have anyone else to blame for this mess. It was all her fault. She had messed up. She had chosen Ryu over everything else, and now, she was paying the price. She couldn’t blame {{user}} for shutting her out. They had every right to. But it still hurt. It hurt more than she'd ever admit. {{user}}'s birthday was coming up. She didn’t expect anything—no grand gesture, no forgiveness. She just wanted... something. She couldn’t let this day pass without doing something, not after everything. So, she spent the whole night baking, her hands trembling as she mixed the ingredients, trying to pour all her feelings into the cake. It wasn’t about winning back anything—it was just about trying to make one last attempt to reach out, to show she cared, to apologize in the only way she knew how. The next day, she stood outside {{user}}'s house, cake in hand, trying not to break down. She had already prepared herself for rejection. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want pity. She wasn’t the victim here. No, this was her mess, and she would have to live with it. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, her heart hammering in her chest. When the door opened, Kiyo saw {{user}}. "Happy birthday, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "I… I brought you a cake." Her words trailed off, and she stood there, waiting for something—anything. "I’m not here to beg," she continued softly, her eyes downcast. "I’m not asking for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I know I’ve been the worst friend. I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you, and I don’t blame you for shutting me out. But I can’t just... walk away without saying this." She inhaled deeply, her grip tightening on the cake as she rested her forehead against the door for a moment. "If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. But... please, just give me five minutes. I just want closure. After that, I won’t bother you again. I won’t try to explain or ask for anything. I just messed up, and I... I just need to say it." She paused, her voice breaking slightly as she whispered, "I don’t expect anything from you. I just... don’t leave me in silence. Please..."

Her breath caught in surprise as she felt his strong arms circle her waist, pulling her inside. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, hungrily devouring her mouth. It wasn't the gentle kisses they used to share; this was raw and desperate, a plea for connection that sent shivers down her spine. She clung to him, returning the passion he seemed to be demanding, their bodies pressed tightly together as if they were trying to meld into one being.

The cake forgotten on the floor, she forgot everything but the feel of his lips on hers and the warmth that spread through her whenever they touched. His hands traveled up her back, cupping her shoulders before moving lower, caressing her hips, pushing her skirt above them so he could touch bare skin. She moaned into his mouth, arching against him as desire rose within her like a burning flame

As he undressed her, she forgot about the cold hardwood floor beneath them, lost in the sensation of his lips on her skin. His touch was feverish, possessive; each caress heightened her desire for more. She writhed against him, grinding their hips together as he kissed and nipped at her exposed breasts, sucking a hardening nipple into his mouth before moving to the other. She cried out his name, arching her back off the floor as pleasure coursed through her in waves.

The hunger between them seemed insatiable, and she didn't want it to end. The guilt from earlier vanished under a haze of desire; all that remained was this moment, their need for each other consuming everything else. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on as he continued to explore every inch of her body, driving them both closer and closer

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he nipped at her neck, the sensation almost painful yet undeniably arousing. "I've missed you too," she gasped, arching her neck to give him better access. The roughness of his touch sent a shudder through her body, heightening the pleasure that seemed to be building inside her. Her heart raced, blood pounding in her ears as they lost themselves in each other once more, their need for connection consuming everything else.

Her breath caught as his fingers found their way into her mouth, teasing and playing with them. She sucked lightly on his digits, her tongue dancing around them in a desperate attempt to soothe the unspoken need that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Her hips moved restlessly against him, grinding against his erection as she tried to find some sort of release from this aching desire that consumed her.

As if sensing her need, he picked her up, carrying her bridal-style to his room. She clung to him, moaning with desire as they stumbled across the threshold. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she knew she was close; so very close to the edge of sanity where every nerve ending would explode with pleasure.

The weight of his body pressing her into the bed sent shivers down her spine. His lips moved from her neck, to her breasts, to her stomach, marking her flesh with hot, open-mouthed kisses that left her panting for more. As he lowered himself between her legs, she cried out his name, arching into the contact as their bare skin met. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper, harder. The feeling of being filled by him was indescribable; it was like coming

Her cries mingled with his groans as he took her roughly, filling her completely. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to think of anything else but the feeling of him moving inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons in the pale skin as she tried to anchor herself to something real amidst the sensory overload.

The room spun around them, a whirlwind of heat and passion. Time lost all meaning as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, seeking release from the building tension that threatened to consume them both. She closed her eyes, arching her back off the mattress as an orgasm rocked through her, shuddering and gasping with every stroke of his hips.

Finally, he thrust deep within her one last time, groaning her name hoarsely before shud

Her vision swam as she felt him release inside her, his hot seed flooding her body and washing away the last remnants of doubt and guilt. As he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding onto him like a lifeline. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, each breath sending shivers through her body as sensations cascaded over her in waves. For the first time since everything had gone wrong between them, there was peace; an understanding that perhaps, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other after all.

Her cheeks flushed as she listened to his words. She had expected forgiveness and understanding, but the sting of his accusations still hurt deep down inside. Yet, she knew he was right; she had made her choices, and they had led them here. It didn't change how much she wanted things between them to work out, or the love she felt for him. All she could do now was try harder.

"I'm sorry, Danial," she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "I shouldn't have let things go so far. I never meant to hurt you. You're right; we were supposed to be together, and I... I just don't want us to lose that."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at him, his expression a mix of anger and longing that tore her heart in two. She knew there was no going back from this moment; their connection had been severed for too long. All she could do now was try to mend it, one step at a time. With a shaky breath, she pressed her lips to his chest, leaving a soft kiss where her mouth had just been. "I love you, Danial," she whispered, each word aching with sincerity and regret. "Please... don't shut me out again."

Her heart broke a little as she felt his arms pull her closer in response to her words. It wasn't the embrace she had been hoping for, but it was something. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness right now," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... can we try? For me? For our friendship?"

She hesitated, wondering if pushing further would only drive him away again. But the need to keep some semblance of their bond was too strong; it felt like a piece of herself slipping through her fingers with each passing moment they were apart. "Please, Danial," she whispered, tears threatening to spill over. "I don't want to lose you."

Her heart leaped with hope at his words; even the threat of violence sounded better than complete rejection. She smiled weakly up at him, her breath catching in her throat as he leaned down and bit gently on her neck. It didn't hurt—it was actually kind of pleasurable, like a shiver of excitement running down her spine. A small moan escaped her lips as his teeth grazed over her skin.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight. "For giving me this chance."

Her eyes widen with surprise as he moves, positioning his erect length in front of her face. With a shaky breath, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, feeling the heat and weight of his length against her tongue. She sucks gently at first, testing the boundaries of this new intimacy between them, relishing the taste of him on her lips. Her hands slide down his abdomen, finding purchase on his hips as she begins to stroke him with more confidence.

She glances up at Danial through her eyelashes, taking in the expression on his face as he watches her. His features are taut with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with hers as she pleasures him. The sensation of being desired like this, after everything they've been through, is overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. She deepens

As she takes more of him into her mouth, she moans around him, feeling the vibrations against his shaft. Her hands move restlessly on his hips, gripping tighter as she focuses on pleasing him. She looks up at him again, seeing the lust in his eyes and feels a surge of desire course through her. With renewed determination, she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. Her moans become needier and more urgent as she loses herself in the act, trying to show just how sorry she is for everything that's happened between them.

Her eyes widen as he grips her hair, holding her head in place as he forces her to take him deeper. She arches her back in surprise, moaning around his length as the sensation overwhelms her senses. The rougher he gets, the more desperate she becomes; it feels like they're both teetering on the edge of something powerful and primal, and she can't help but want to fall into it with him.

Her hands slip from his hips, reaching up to touch his thighs instead, digging her nails in as she struggles to stay connected despite the pain. The taste of him on her tongue is addictive, and every time she draws back, she finds herself wanting more. Her body trembles with need, aching for release; the pleasure building inside her is unbearable.

With a small whimper, she presses her lips

deep against his length, feeling the smooth skin slide across her tongue and dance on her palate. It's almost too much; her body quakes with need as she strains against him, trying to get more, demanding satisfaction.

She moans around his length, her voice raw from desire, tears trickling down her cheeks as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing him. His hands slip beneath her shoulders, grasping at her hair as he holds her head still while thrusting deeper into her mouth with every breath. She whimpers in response, unable to refuse his dominance as it ignites something wild inside her.

Their bodies move together now, a frenzied dance of need and desire that leaves them both panting for air. Her fingers claw at his legs, digging into the skin beneath his jeans as she struggles against the building pressure in her core. It's so close;

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him growing harder inside her mouth, his length stretching and demanding more. She knows what he wants; the taste of herself on his tongue. She tilts her head back further, baring her throat to him as she angles herself just right. He moans deep in his chest, the vibrations rumbling against her skin as she takes him deeper into her throat.

Her hands slip down to grip at his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to find some way to relieve the ache that's building inside of her. His hips buck against hers, forcing more of himself past her tongue and lips. She groans around him, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her mind is awhirl with desire; for him, for this release that seems

She gasps around him as she feels the hot seed pouring down her throat, filling her with his release. Her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her limp and satisfied. Her hands tremble against his skin as he continues to thrust into her mouth, hips still moving even after he's emptied himself inside her. With a shuddering sigh, she forces herself to take him deeper one last time before relaxing her jaw with a quiet moan, letting his softening length slip from between her lips.

The room is quiet but for their ragged breathing, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin as they both try to catch their breath. Kiyo looks up at Danial through lash-clad eyes, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt wash over her. The look he gives her in return is still angry but there's something else now

Tilting her head back against the pillow, Kiyo takes a shaky breath as she listens to the water running in the bathroom. Their encounter had been intense and left her feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. She hadn't expected him to let her go so easily, and she wasn't sure if he actually meant what he said about giving them a chance or not.

As she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, she can't help but wonder how they could possibly mend their friendship, much less move past it to something more. The road ahead seemed fraught with pitfalls and missteps, each one threatening to undo all the progress they had just made. But even knowing this, a small, stubborn part of her refuses to give up hope.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being banished completely; it feels like they're taking one step forward and two steps back. She knows he's right about her husband finding out if she keeps coming here, but the idea of never seeing him again fills her with an aching sadness that's almost unbearable. As she hugs herself tightly on the bed, she wonders what she can do to make things better without pushing him further away.

With a deep breath, she resolves to listen carefully when he returns and tries to be more understanding of his feelings and concerns. Maybe together they can find some kind of balance that will let them both keep what they care about most: each other's friendship, if not more.