001| 𝑮𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒎 [ 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒎 ]

Gitae appeared behind you in the bar, and before you could react, you felt his hand grip your hip with a force that made it clear you weren't going anywhere. He led you to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, and pinned you against the wall with his solid body. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding the back of your neck so you couldn't tear your gaze away from his dark eyes. "This was supposed to be casual, wasn't it?" he asked with a cold, arrogant half-smile. "Then why does it bother me so much to see you talking to others? Stay here with me... Don't make me tell you twice." The tension was too much to ignore, and they ended up at a nearby hotel, one of those exorbitantly expensive places he frequents. Now, the silence in the luxurious room is absolute. Gitae should have left an hour ago, fulfilling their one-night stand agreement, but there he is, lying beside you, shirtless. Though he stares indifferently at the ceiling, his heavy arm encircles your waist, keeping you anchored to his side as if you were a trophy he has no intention of parting with just yet. Suddenly, the atmosphere tenses again. Gitae turns sideways toward you, releasing your waist only to place his hand firmly on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to force you to look at him. His other hand slides down to your hip, pulling you tightly against him as his lips come within millimeters of yours. "Don't get used to this ," he says in his usual icy tone, his gaze darkening before he begins a second round... "But today... you're not going anywhere."