Between Three Loves

Today should have been the pinnacle of my life. White roses lined the hallway of this five-star hotel, their scent wafting through the air, trying to mask the anxiety that clogged my chest. I stand in front of the large mirror, staring at the figure of a man in a wedding suit that looks perfect, except for a dark coffee stain on his chest—a careless mistake that feels like a bad omen.

My father slaps my shoulder hard, his eyes radiating pride that makes me feel suffocated. "Change your suit, Dewangga. Don't let Vivian's family see you looking a mess on a day as important as this. The spare dressing room is at the end of the hallway," he ordered sternly.

I nodded obediently, stepping away from the bustle of the guests. However, when I pushed open the dimly lit dressing room door, the air inside felt different. Cold, yet burning at the same time.

There stood Davian.

Vivian's stepbrother. He leaned against the edge of the dressing table with his shirt half open, revealing the intricate tattoos that covered his skin. 

He didn't look surprised to see me enter; it was as if he had been waiting for me.

"Dewangga, look at this," he whispered. 

His voice was low, hoarse, and contained a provocative tone that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

He showed me his large penis in his underwear, then he tried to show off his muscular body.

He approached me with a seductive tone in my ear.

"Aren't you happy with all this, Dewangga?" he asked seductively in my ear.

I was frozen in the doorway. My heart was pounding, not out of anger, but out of fear mixed with something I had been hiding in the depths of my heart. 

Davian's gaze seemed to strip away all my lies. He took another step closer, closing the distance between us until I could smell the intoxicating aroma of tobacco and his expensive perfume.

Reflexively, my hand reached for the doorknob behind me. Click. I locked it. 

I didn't know why I did it—whether to protect myself from the outside world, or to lock myself in with this demon.

Davian smiled crookedly, a smirk that showed he was in complete control. "Dewangga, come here for a moment," he called, more like a command than an invitation.

"Davian, you... what are you doing here? Vivian is waiting for me," my voice trembled, betraying the calm I was trying to maintain.

The tattooed man chuckled softly, a sound that echoed sharply in the quiet room. He took another step forward, grabbing the collar of my coffee-stained jacket. "Don't lie to me, Dewangga. I can see it in your eyes. I know you don't love my sister. I know how tortured you must have been standing at the altar and making false promises to protect your family's reputation."

His words were like a dagger cutting through my mask. He pressed his body against mine, cornering me against the locked door. 

His rough hands now crept up to my jaw, forcing my eyes to look into his dark ones.

"You and I... we know who you really are," he whispered right into my ear, making my breath quicken. 

"You didn't want that marriage. You wanted something more... wild. Something real, and you're gay."

A suffocating silence enveloped us. I should have pushed him away, I should have screamed or run out of there.

But Davian's touch was like a magnet that paralyzed my logic. He sat down and pulled my penis out of my pants.

He put it in his mouth seductively, even biting the tip of my penis several times until I couldn't stand his teasing anymore.

"Keep going, Davian, keep doing that!" 

My lips couldn't stop him. This was truly the pleasure I had always wanted.

Of course, I preferred Davian playing with my penis rather than Vivian, my future wife.

The tension between us was no longer just hatred, but a gravitational pull from two secrets that recognized each other.

Davian slowly pulled my tie, undoing the knot that had felt suffocating since that morning. Every movement was full of seductive intimidation.

 He knew my weakness. He knew that behind this expensive wedding suit, there was a man who thirsted for honesty, even though that honesty would destroy everything.

"I know you're tormented, Dewangga. Stop pretending," he hissed again.

I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into this dangerous whirlpool of emotions. 

For a moment, I forgot about the party outside, forgot about Father, and forgot about Vivian. 

All that existed was Davian and the bitter truth he offered.

However, just as I was about to reach the peak of that forbidden love, a loud knock hit the door from outside.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Dewangga? Are you in there? Why is the door locked?"

It was Vivian's voice. Her shrill, cheerful voice suddenly sounded like a death knell for both of us.

I gasped, my eyes wide open. My breath came in gasps as if I had just emerged from underwater.

In front of me, Davian didn't move. He was still holding my penis and occasionally biting it. He just stared at me with a victorious smile, as if he was enjoying the panic that was now overflowing on my face.

"Dewangga? Honey? Are you okay?" Vivian's voice sounded again, this time with a worried tone.

I looked at Davian, then at the doorknob that was shaking because someone was trying to open it from the outside. Cold sweat began to dampen my forehead. This secret, this forbidden passion, and the wedding just minutes away... everything was on the brink of collapse.

"Answer her, Dewangga," Davian whispered innocently, his hand still reluctant to release my penis. "Or should I open the door for her?"