[b]At ${kyl_name}'s apartment…[/b]

${kyl_name} slams the door shut, and the moment the sharp twist of the lock cuts through the emptiness of ${kyl_his} apartment, something inside ${kyl_him} cracks.

[i]What have I done?[/i]

Something that can't be fixed, that's for sure.

Once again, the thought makes ${kyl_his} blood run cold, while the flames ignited within ${kyl_him} refuse to fade and will remain as a burning imprint, forever reminding ${kyl_him} of the moment ${kyl_she} shared with [i]${mc_him}[/i].

The moment that should have never happened.

And yet, ${kyl_his} heart pounds against ${kyl_his} ribcage in open defiance, growing faster, heavier—suffocating, and ${kyl_name} runs a hand over ${kyl_his} face, forcing ${kyl_him}self to think, to breathe, but it's useless.

How can ${kyl_she} find peace when this ${mc_man} lingers in ${kyl_his} every sense? When the feeling of ${mc_his} touch left invisible, pulsating trails on ${kyl_his} skin? 
When the @{kiss taste of ${mc_his} lips remains on ${kyl_his} own, carved|warmth of ${mc_his} body pressed against ${kyl_his} own carved itself} into ${kyl_his} memory, 
stirring an intoxicating hunger that demands… more.

*page_break [i]Fuck![/i]
Making an effort to ignore the rekindled heat coiling low in ${kyl_his} abdomen—stirred by nothing more than a memory, ${kyl_name} shrugs off ${kyl_his} coat and kicks off ${kyl_his} shoes, 
moving with restless urgency, as if shedding layers of fabric could rid ${kyl_him} of the sensation still clinging to ${kyl_his} skin.

A sensation left by [i]${mc_his}[/i] touch.

Heat surges up ${kyl_his} neck, and ${kyl_name} marches toward the bathroom, flicking on the light and moving almost automatically as ${kyl_his} vision blurs under the weight of anxiety, 
leaving ${kyl_him} unfocused.

Weak.

$!{kyl_his} hands tremble slightly as ${kyl_she} turns on the faucet, absentmindedly scrubbing them before splashing cold water onto ${kyl_his} face.

The rush of water collides with the erratic pounding of ${kyl_his} heart, drowning out the rational thoughts ${kyl_she} keeps repeating to ${kyl_him}self over and over again: 
[i]@{kiss 'it meant nothing', 'it was a mistake'|'it didn't mean anything', 'it was nothing'}.[/i]

$!{kyl_she} keeps telling ${kyl_him}self that ${kyl_she} doesn't need it, doesn't want to remember it—the shame of @{kiss touching ${name} so eagerly|being too pushy}.

*if (kiss = true)
	*page_break Of @{assertive responding to ${kyl_his} kiss|kissing ${mc_him}} so desperately.
*if (kiss = false)
	*page_break Of acting the way ${kyl_she} did.
Gritting ${kyl_his} teeth so hard ${kyl_his} jaw aches, ${kyl_name} scrubs ${kyl_his} hands with renewed force, as if ${kyl_she} can wash the thought away, before finally turning off the faucet.

The drops of water continue to fall from ${kyl_his} face as ${kyl_she} keeps ${kyl_his} head down, gripping the edges of the sink with such force that ${kyl_his} knuckles turn white.

If only ${kyl_she} had turned ${surname} down when ${mc_she} walked into ${kyl_his} office at the worst possible time before asking for the key to the training area… 

If only ${kyl_she} had drawn the line—the way ${kyl_she} was supposed to—none of this would have happened.

But the moment ${kyl_she} saw that familiar emptiness in the depth of ${mc_his} ${eyes_col} eyes—the one that seemed to deepen with each passing day—${kyl_she} couldn't bring ${kyl_him}self to say no.

And that was a mistake, because—

[i]Because you're a fucking idiot.[/i] A fucking idiot who can't think straight in the middle of the chaos swallowing the department whole.

*page_break There's no other explanation than that.
$!{kyl_she} should have refused and, instead, ordered the detective to go home, to rest, to do anything but push @{mc_gv ${mc_him}selves|${mc_him}self} beyond ${mc_his} limits.

If it had been about ${mc_his} competence, this would have been easier, but that was never the problem. If anything, 
${mc_she} @{mc_gv are|is} everything Mr. Bergmann had hoped for in a replacement—and more.

But ${kyl_name} knows all too well how exhaustion dulls everything, and ${kyl_she} needs ${name} to be alright—needs the only operating detective in the department to stay sharp and alert, 
especially after a body was found in ${mc_his} office. 

Especially with the fucking CID breathing down their necks.

That's why, after an hour and twenty-four minutes of waiting—of ${surname} failing to return the keys—${kyl_name} angrily gave in to the growing tension and followed ${mc_him} to the training area.

Of course, the restlessness coiling inside ${kyl_him} had nothing to do with the urgency of ${kyl_his} steps; it was the uncertainty that made ${kyl_him} feel that way.

However, the second ${kyl_name} saw ${mc_him}, that unease twisted into something sharper and comfortably familiar.

*page_break Irritation.
${kyl_name} didn't know what annoyed ${kyl_him} most: that ${surname} was still there, that ${mc_she} hadn't even noticed ${kyl_his} arrival—proof of how unfocused ${mc_she} @{mc_gv were|was}, 
or ${kyl_his} own helplessness to do anything but make things worse.

Just like it happened a week ago, leaving ${kyl_him} watching everything crumble just within reach.

The memory made ${kyl_name} scowl, and the moment ${kyl_she} parted ${kyl_his} lips to announce ${kyl_his} presence and order the detective to leave, 
the words caught in ${kyl_his} throat as ${name}'s hand twisted at the wrong angle caused by the force of a sharp, miscalculated lunge.

$!{mc_she} winced, and ${kyl_name}'s body stiffened, seized by a strange, involuntary reaction to a pain that wasn't ${kyl_hrs}. 

@{same ${kyl_name}|$!{kyl_she}} hadn't felt the impact, not truly, yet something in ${kyl_him} responded as if ${kyl_she} had—and the realization of that left ${kyl_him} feeling so—

[i]'Pathetic.'[/i]

Only when ${surname} turned ${mc_his} head toward ${kyl_him} did ${kyl_name} realize ${kyl_she} had said this aloud, registering how ${kyl_his} voice echoed with the sharp, 
bitter edge of ${kyl_his} own self-disgust.

*page_break Pathetic, indeed.
What came afterward was—

[i]A mistake.[/i]

$!{kyl_she} was wrong again, wrong for being too greedy—too @{kiss pushy|demanding}, wanting ${surname} to @{same tell|tell ${kyl_him}} what ${mc_she} held inside, 
wanting to hear that everything was fine, wanting ${mc_him}—

${kyl_name} groans, pushing away from the sink and finally meeting ${kyl_his} own eyes in the reflection.

[i]Is that what ${surname} was looking at?[/i] 

$!{kyl_she} purses ${kyl_his} lips and averts ${kyl_his} gaze, burying ${kyl_his} fingers in ${kyl_his} hair in an attempt to calm down—to fix the mess, knowing ${kyl_she}'s only making it worse.

Like everything else ${kyl_she} usually does.

Unable to stay in the silence accompanied by ${kyl_his} own thoughts, ${kyl_name} exits the bathroom in a half-daze, proceeding to the kitchen.

*page_break $!{kyl_she} needs a distraction.
Flicking on the lights, ${kyl_name} hesitates for a moment before stepping toward one of the kitchen's top drawers.

$!{kyl_his} fingers hover over the handle before pulling it open, revealing a few untouched bottles of wine—ones ${kyl_she} hasn't thought about in a very, very long time.

The dark glass reflects ${kyl_his} tired expression, and for a moment longer, ${kyl_name} just stands still before shutting the drawer with more force than necessary.

$!{kyl_she} has work tomorrow. And this won't help to forget what happened—to forget [i]${mc_him}[/i].

If anything, it will only make it worse. ${kyl_name} knows that because—

A muffled ringtone cuts through the silence, echoing from the hallway, instantly making ${kyl_his} pulse quicken.

Clenching ${kyl_his} fists, ${kyl_name} marches toward the sound with too much urgency, shoving a hand into ${kyl_his} coat pocket and rifling through it, 
as if a small part of ${kyl_him} wants to believe it's @{same ${surname}|${mc_him}} calling, even when ${kyl_she} knows better.

Why would ${mc_she}, after everything that went wrong because of ${kyl_him}?

Still, ${kyl_name}'s gaze lingers on the screen, scanning the displayed name.

*page_break Work-related. 
[i]Predictable.[/i] Work-related, not [i]${mc_him}[/i].

It makes ${kyl_him} feel worse.

Running a hand through @{K_gen ${kyl_his} hair|the strands near ${kyl_his} neck}, ${kyl_name} accepts the call. "Yes?"

[i]"Inspector Moreno,"[/i] a voice crackles through the line. [i]"I apologize for—"[/i]

"Get to the point," ${kyl_name} interrupts sharply, already heading deeper into ${kyl_his} apartment, ${kyl_his} hand dragging over ${kyl_his} face as a cold, familiar irritation settles within ${kyl_him} once more.

It makes ${kyl_him} feel better.

Because work is the distraction ${kyl_she} desperately needs right now.

*page_break …
[b]Some time later…[/b]

${kyl_name} didn't bother to count how many 'urgent' calls ${kyl_she} had to respond to before ${kyl_his} phone finally fell silent, 
leaving ${kyl_him} too exhausted to feel anything at all—a numbing comfort that threatened to lead to something ${kyl_she} didn't want to think about.

Not anymore.

Still, it dulled all ${kyl_his} previous anxieties, making ${kyl_him} feel less like ${kyl_him}self and more like a functional human being, allowing ${kyl_his} body to fall into its usual rhythm.

Turning on the shower, ${kyl_name} steps into the hot water almost immediately, closing ${kyl_his} eyes as the tension in ${kyl_his} back muscles slowly begins to ease. 

$!{kyl_she} knows ${kyl_she}'ll stand like this for a while before facing what ${kyl_she} knows will be another sleepless night.

Because of the work-related calls. Because of ${kyl_his} insomnia.

*page_break Because of [i]${mc_him}[/i].
Now, finally able to think clearly, ${kyl_name} reflects on what's happened—on how ${kyl_she} acted.

It was just a @{kiss kiss—a kiss|sparring session—a sparring session} filled with everything unspoken, charged with a need ${kyl_she} neither wanted nor welcomed, 
from @{same ${surname}|${mc_him}} or anyone else.

Yet, with each day and every interaction with @{same ${surname}|${mc_him}}, it grew stronger, and ${kyl_his} resistance to it weaker.

And ${kyl_name} hates feeling weak more than anything. But ${surname} doesn't just make ${kyl_him} feel weak.

It's the sweetest, most intoxicating kind of weakness—one that only ${mc_she} @{mc_gv have|has} the power to make ${kyl_him} feel. 

A weakness ${kyl_she} doesn't want ${surname} to possess, because everything related to ${mc_him} is too intense.

*page_break Too much.
Up until this evening, ${kyl_name} was sure that pretending it was nothing should have made it disappear.

It wasn't easy to ignore the heat spreading through ${kyl_his} limbs every time ${surname} said ${kyl_his} name, ${mc_his} ${eyes_col} eyes meeting @{same ${kyl_his} own|${kyl_hrs}}, 
not wavering even when the tone of ${kyl_his} voice turned too sharp.

It was becoming increasingly harder to force ${kyl_him}self to avert ${kyl_his} gaze when ${surname} was too focused on something, 
*if (glasses = true)
	absentmindedly adjusting ${mc_his} glasses ${motion}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (freckles = true)
	@{same secretly giving ${kyl_him} the chance to count every freckle|allowing ${kyl_name} to count ${mc_his} freckles without ${mc_him} noticing}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (scar_face = true)
	absentmindedly reaching ${mc_his} hand to trace ${mc_his} ${scar_visible} scar.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (facial_h = "stubble") or (facial_h = "sideburns")
	absentmindedly running a hand over ${facial_h} with a slow, thoughtful motion.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (facial_h = "goatee") or (facial_h = "beard")
	absentmindedly stroking ${mc_his} ${facial_h} with a slow, thoughtful motion.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (h_strand = true)
	absentmindedly flickering a strand of hair away from ${mc_his} face ${motion}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (h_styled = true)
	absentmindedly adjusting ${mc_his} hair ${motion}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (h_lenght = "short")
	absentmindedly running a hand over ${mc_his} ${hair_col} hair ${motion}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (hair = 1) and (h_lenght != "short")
	absentmindedly tucking ${mc_his} hair behind ${mc_his} ear ${motion}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*if (mc_bald = true)
	absentmindedly running a hand over ${mc_his} 
	*if (h_lenght = "bald")
		bald 
	*if (h_lenght = "buzzcut")
		buzzed 
	scalp.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*else
	absentmindedly running a hand over ${mc_his} ${hair_col} hair ${motion}.

	*goto K_POV_proceed
*goto K_POV_proceed

*label K_POV_proceed
It was impossible not to shiver when ${kyl_his} eyes lingered on the slow, 
*if (assertive = true)
	*if (MC_gen = 1)
		circular
	*if (MC_gen = 2)
		@{K_gen tracing|circular}
*if (assertive = false)
	@{K_gen tracing|circular} 
movements ${surname}'s fingertips made over the place ${kyl_she} had just signed, causing the tension to travel lower in ${kyl_his} body, 
torturing ${kyl_him} even in ${kyl_his} dreams… until ${kyl_she} could release it.

*page_break Just like ${kyl_she} needs to release it now.
Even under the hot water, ${kyl_name}'s body shivers, still feeling the ghost of ${name}'s @{kiss touch gliding over ${kyl_his} shirt|touch}, imprinting through the fabric, 
leaving ${kyl_him} wishing—aching—that it wasn't there at all.

$!{kyl_his} jaw clenches as the sharp edge of desire tightens with every thought of [i]${mc_him}[/i], making ${kyl_his} hand drift lower.

Heat begins pooling low as ${kyl_his} fingers glide over ${kyl_his} slick skin while today's moment replays in ${kyl_his} mind over and over again.

*if (kiss = true)
	${name}'s lips against ${kyl_hrs}. The sensation of @{same ${name}'s|${mc_his}} fingers 
	*if (assertive = true)
		gripping ${kyl_his} wrists. The way ${kyl_his} hips jerked forward, responding to @{same ${name}'s|${mc_his}} touch. 
	*if (assertive = false)
		buried in ${kyl_his} hair. The way ${name} trembled under ${kyl_his} touch as ${kyl_she} gripped ${mc_his} wrists. 
	The way @{same ${name}|${mc_she}} didn't pull away. 

	The way ${kyl_she} almost didn't, either.

	*goto K_dynamic_brunch
*if (kiss = false)
	The sensation of ${mc_his} @{assertive fingers gripping ${kyl_his} wrists. The way ${kyl_his} hips almost jerked forward, responding to ${mc_his} touch|skin under ${kyl_his} touch as ${kyl_she} gripped ${mc_his} wrists. The way ${name} trembled, responding to ${kyl_his} touch} before the moment was broken.

	*goto K_dynamic_brunch
*goto K_dynamic_brunch

*comment ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*label K_dynamic_brunch
*if (K_gen = 1)
	*if (assertive = true) and (MC_gen = 1)
		*goto K_male_MC_assertive_male
	*if (assertive = true) and (MC_gen = 2)
		*goto K_male_MC_reserved_or_female
	*if (assertive = false)
		*goto K_male_MC_reserved_or_female
	*finish
*if (K_gen = 2)
	*goto K_female
*finish

*comment ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*label K_male_MC_assertive_male
A shudder courses down ${kyl_his} spine as ${kyl_his} palm finds the hard evidence of ${kyl_his} own need, wrapping around ${kyl_him}self with too much force—because that's how ${kyl_she} wishes to be held while ${name} would fuck ${kyl_him} hard.

The first stroke draws a frustrated sound from ${kyl_his} throat, followed by a second, building into a rougher rhythm.

Following another craving sensation, ${kyl_his} other hand trails down to ${kyl_his} lower back, ${kyl_his} fingers seeking the sensitive area aching to be touched.

A hitched breath escapes ${kyl_name} the moment ${kyl_she} presses ${kyl_his} fingertips just around the edges of ${kyl_his} already twitching entrance, 
impatiently brushing over the sensitive skin in a familiar, circular motion.

$!{kyl_his} whole body starts to tremble as ${kyl_she} pushes one finger inside, biting ${kyl_his} lower lip hard to ignore the resistance and focus on the pleasure of the overwhelming tightness.

Another wave of pleasure crashes through ${kyl_his} body, melding with the heat of the water running down ${kyl_his} body, and ${kyl_name} can't stop ${kyl_him}self from pressing deeper, 
chasing the sensation ${kyl_she}'s been imagining.

*page_break Of ${name} fucking ${kyl_him}, deep and hard.
$!{kyl_his} hips twitch in response, rolling into ${kyl_his} own touch, haunted by the memory of how good it feels—being pinned by ${name}, feeling the pressure of ${mc_his} hips against ${kyl_his} own.

It ignites something worse than just a primal need to be at ${name}'s mercy—to be taken and filled, all by [i]${mc_him}[/i].

Desperate for more—infatuated by the intoxicating thoughts, ${kyl_his} thumb skims over the tip of ${kyl_his} cock while ${kyl_she} inserts another finger, searching for more friction, 
more sensation, more fullness.

More of [i]${mc_him}[/i].

A hissed curse slips through ${kyl_his} clenched teeth, turning into a low, ragged moan as ${kyl_she} finally presses ${kyl_his} fingertips against ${kyl_his} most aching spot, 
causing the movements of ${kyl_his} hands to become too fast, too erratic.

$!{kyl_his} stomach tightens with pleasure from stimulating both ends while ${kyl_his} hips buck into ${kyl_his} fingers, causing ${kyl_his} back to arch involuntarily, 
body and mind craving nothing but [i]${mc_him}[/i].

*goto K_ending

*comment ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*label K_male_MC_reserved_or_female
A shudder courses down ${kyl_his} spine as ${kyl_his} palm finds the hard evidence of ${kyl_his} own need, wrapping around ${kyl_him}self with too much force—because that's how ${kyl_she} 
*if (same = false)
	@{assertive wanted ${mc_him} to take ${kyl_him} deep inside ${mc_him}|would have ${mc_him}}.

	The 
*if (same = true)
	@{assertive wanted ${name} to let ${kyl_him} bury ${kyl_him}self, deep inside|would have ${mc_him}}.

	The 
first stroke draws a frustrated sound from ${kyl_his} throat, followed by a second, building into a rougher rhythm that melds with the heat of the water running down ${kyl_his} body.

Almost instinctively, ${kyl_his} other hand presses against the cool tiles, fingers splayed under the straining tension that turned ${kyl_his} knuckles white, 
but even that can't erase the image of [i]${mc_him}[/i], seared behind ${kyl_his} closed eyelids.

*page_break [i]${name}.[/i]
${kyl_name}'s hips twitch in response, rolling into ${kyl_his} own touch, chasing the memory of how good 
*if (assertive = true)
	it felt—being pinned beneath @{same ${name}'s|${mc_his}} body, feeling ${mc_his} hips press against 
*if (assertive = false)
	@{same ${name}'s|${mc_his}} body had felt pressed under 
${kyl_his} own.

It ignites something worse than just a primal need to 
@{assertive to slam into ${name} hard while being completely at ${mc_his} mercy|make ${name} moan ${kyl_his} name while ${kyl_she} would fuck ${mc_him} hard}. 

Desperate for it—haunted by the intoxicating glimpse of what ${name} had let ${kyl_him} taste, ${kyl_his} thumb skims over the tip of ${kyl_his} cock, searching for more friction, more sensation.

More of [i]${mc_him}[/i].

A hissed curse slips through ${kyl_his} clenched teeth, breaking into a low, ragged moan as ${kyl_his} strokes become too fast, too erratic.

$!{kyl_his} stomach tightens with pleasure as ${kyl_his} hips jerk forward, meeting ${kyl_his} hand, causing ${kyl_his} back to arch involuntarily, body and mind to crave nothing but [i]${mc_him}[/i].

*goto K_ending

*comment ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*label K_female
A shudder courses down ${kyl_his} spine as ${kyl_his} palm moves between ${kyl_his} thighs, ${kyl_his} breath hitching as ${kyl_she} strokes the sensitive skin of ${kyl_his} folds.

The motion slicks ${kyl_his} palm with arousal almost instantly before ${kyl_she} plunges ${kyl_his} fingers deeper, 
causing a sharp jolt of electricity to race through ${kyl_his} body as the friction melds with the heat of the hot, running water.

Almost instinctively, ${kyl_name}'s hips twitch in response, rolling into ${kyl_his} own touch, settling into the frustrating rhythm of ${kyl_his} body 
moving against ${kyl_his} hand—haunted by both memory and the desire to @{assertive be pinned beneath ${name}|pin ${name} with ${kyl_his} body}, 
feeling the pressure of ${mc_his} hips against ${kyl_his} own.

Following this craving sensation, ${kyl_his} other hand begins to wander—grazing ${kyl_his} neck, tracing the swell of ${kyl_his} small breasts, rolling over hardened nipples in a distracted, almost restless motion—before finally trailing down to ${kyl_his} lower back.

A broken moan escapes ${kyl_him} the moment ${kyl_his} fingertips reach the edges of ${kyl_his} wet, pulsing @{MC_gen entrance that aches to be filled|entrance}, 
impatiently brushing over the sensitive area before pushing one finger inside.

The expected discomfort of tightness blends with a heated wave of pleasure as ${kyl_name} plunged it deeper, chasing the sensation ${kyl_she}'s been imagining.

*if (assertive = true)
	*page_break Of ${name} @{MC_gen fucking ${kyl_him}, deep and hard|making ${name} come undone, over and over again}.
*if (assertive = false)
	*page_break @{MC_gen Of riding ${name}, deep and hard|Of touching ${name} the same way ${kyl_she} touches ${kyl_him}self}.
As if responding to ${kyl_his} thoughts, ${kyl_his} whole body begins to tremble under the mounting pleasure as ${kyl_his} finger pressing deeper, moving faster, while ${kyl_his} other hand stimulates ${kyl_his} clit in a familiar, circular motion.

Desperate for more—infatuated by something worse than just a primal need @{assertive to be at ${name}'s|to have ${name} at ${kyl_his}} mercy, ${kyl_name} pushes past resistance and inserts another finger, searching for more friction, more @{MC_gen sensation, more fullness|sensation}.

More of [i]${mc_him}[/i].

*if (assertive = true)
	To be taken, fucked, and filled—all by [i]${mc_him}[/i].

	Intoxicated 
*if (assertive = false)
	To own ${mc_his} pleasure, to hear how ${mc_she} @{mc_gv moan|moans} ${kyl_his} name, to @{MC_gen have ${mc_him} fuck and fill ${kyl_him}|fuck ${mc_him} hard}.

	Intoxicated 
by the building tension and the glimpse of what ${name} had let ${kyl_him} taste, ${kyl_name} shudders as ${kyl_she} adds a third finger, moving faster, rougher, 
chasing the high that coils tight in ${kyl_his} lower belly.

A hissed curse that escaped ${kyl_his} lips instantly dissolves into a breathless moan as the movements of ${kyl_his} hands become too fast, too erratic.

$!{kyl_his} stomach tightens with pleasure from stimulating both areas while ${kyl_his} hips buck into ${kyl_his} fingers, causing ${kyl_his} back to arch involuntarily, 
body and mind to crave nothing but [i]${mc_him}[/i].

*goto K_ending

*comment ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*label K_ending
[i]"${name}…"[/i]

With @{same the sound of ${mc_his} name lingering on ${kyl_his} own lips|${mc_his} name on ${kyl_his} lips}, ${kyl_name}'s breath turns uneven, 
making ${kyl_his} chest heave as the wild beat of ${kyl_his} heart pulses through the coiling tension, growing tighter, faster, harder—until finally, everything snaps.

The pleasure washes over ${kyl_him}, so intense it @{K_gen tears|ripples} through ${kyl_him} like punishment, stealing the strength from ${kyl_his} limbs and causing ${kyl_his} forehead to fall against the tiles.

The water runs down ${kyl_his} body, washing over the remnants of ${kyl_his} shameful release, muting the sounds of ${kyl_his} @{K_gen ragged|labored} breaths, and ${kyl_name} finally opens ${kyl_his} eyes, still unable to focus on anything but [i]${mc_him}[/i].

And ${kyl_she} fucking hates it. 

*page_break Hates [i]${mc_him}[/i].
[b]A little later…[/b]

After what feels like an eternity, ${kyl_name} finally steps out of the bathroom, ${kyl_his} body drained and ${kyl_his} mind weighed down by a release that brought no satisfaction.

Not that this was the first time.

What was new, though, was ${kyl_him} holding onto something more than just fantasies—a moment that etched into ${kyl_his} memory, as tempting as it is torturous.

It raises so many questions—all of them related to ${surname}, and each one will occupy ${kyl_his} sleepless night.

But at least this was something ${kyl_she}'s used 
*if (visit = true)
	to.

	*goto MC_visit
*if (visit = false)
	to…

	*goto Ending
*finish

*label MC_visit
Forcing ${kyl_his} mind to quiet and ${kyl_his} body to move, ${kyl_name} feels the chill of the air against ${kyl_his} still-warm skin before tightening the belt of ${kyl_his} robe and heading to the kitchen to check ${kyl_his} phone for any missed calls.

Just before ${kyl_she} can make it halfway, the sharp ring of the doorbell pierces through the silence.

[i]It can't be ${mc_him}.[/i]

And yet, ${kyl_his} pulse quickens as ${kyl_she} makes ${kyl_his} way toward the door, drawn by a pull ${kyl_she} cannot resist.

The moment ${kyl_name} peers through the peephole, ${kyl_she} freezes, registering [i]${mc_his}[/i] image for just a second before a flood of emotions crashes over ${kyl_him} once more.

A sickening anxiety, burning irritation, scornful anger, suffocating relief, and many other emotions ${kyl_she} can't quite decipher—all stirred by ${name}'s presence, 
separated from ${kyl_him} only by the door of ${kyl_his} apartment.

Guided by the familiar craving—a need that awakens ${kyl_his} senses—${kyl_name} moves ${kyl_his} hand to the lock, twisting it sharply before pushing the door open.

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Thank you for reading K's Side Story POV, I hope you enjoyed it! 
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