MasukDian POV I ran after her immediately, my hand closed around her arm, pulling her gently, terrified of bruising her, terrified of making this worse."Please." I was breathing so hard, "Please don't walk away. Let me explain."She turned. And God, the look on her face. I had seen her hurt before. I had seen her angry, confused, scared. But this… this was something else, she looked wrecked.My eyes dropped to her face and I saw the exact moment she noticed the lipstick at the corner of my mouth."Let go of me, Dian.""No.""Let go of me." She said again, much colder. A voice I had never heard her use.I released her arm. My hand fell to my side, tingling where her skin had been."Nothing happened, I swear, Yas." My voice broke again. I didn't care. I was past caring about dignity or composure. I would grovel on the floor of this hallway if she asked me to.She laughed. A short and hollow sound."She's in your apartment, Dian. In that dress. Her hair is a mess. Your hair is a mes
Dian POV‘I need some time. I need to think’ The words replayed in my head as I sat in the car in front of my apartment building, my hands gripping the steering wheel.I typed out the first message.‘I am sorry. I should have told you about the texts earlier. I was scared of ruining what we had over at the cabin’I watched the screen. The little checkmark appeared, she read it but no reply.I sent another,‘Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere’Still nothing. I groaned and went upstairs, locking the door behind me, and tossing my keys on the counter. I stood in the middle of my living room and realized I could still smell her, though faintly, from the last day she was here before we went to the cabin, it lingered on the couch pillows. I grabbed it close to my chest as I slumped onto the floor of my apartment, my hands trembling over the keyboard, about to send what seemed like the 10th message to Yas since I dropped her off.It was three in the mornin
Yas POV I sat there after Mila left, her words echoing in my head like a song I couldn't shake off.And she wasn't wrong. I had been scared since the very beginning. Scared of wanting him, scared of having him, scared of losing him, and now here I was, standing at the edge of something real, and my first instinct was still to run.I finished my wine. Then I took a shower.I stood under the hot water longer than necessary, letting it run down my back, trying to wash away the doubt that had settled into my bones. When I stepped out, I felt a bit lighter.I dried my hair, put on a clean pair of jeans and a soft sweater, the cream-colored one that Dian always said made my eyes look brighter. I put on a little mascara, a swipe of lip gloss. Nothing crazy. Just enough to feel like myself.I grabbed my keys before I could talk myself out of it. The drive to his apartment was fifteen minutes. I spent the entire time rehearsing what I would say.How I am finally going
Yas POV The apartment was exactly as I had left it.Unopened mails and textbooks piled on the kitchen counter, a half-dead plant by the window. The faint musty smell of a place that had been closed up for a week filled the air.I sighed and dropped my bag by the door and walked to the couch, sinking into it.My phone buzzed.Dian: I am sorry. I should have told you about the texts earlier. I was scared of ruining what we had over at the cabin.I stared at the message, my eyes stuck on at the cabin.My biggest fears were beginning to come true, the cabin was already fading away, and it wasn’t even up to twenty four hours.I was about to drop my phone without replying, when it buzzed again.Dian: Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere.I sighed tiredly and set it down, closing my eyes.The cabin, our safe space, felt a million miles away.And for the first time since we left, I let myself cry.~next morning The apartment was dim, the curtains still drawn fro
Yas POV We were an hour and half into the drive and Dian stopped to get fuel and some snacks for us.Dian was still inside paying for the fuel, and I watched him through the glass window of the station. He was leaning against the counter, one hand in his pocket, laughing at something the cashier said. Even from here, he looked good, so good.I pulled down the visor mirror and checked my reflection. My hair was a mess from the drive, my lips slightly chapped. I licked them, ran my fingers through my hair.The door of the station swung open and Dian walked out, a brown paper bag in one hand and two bottles of water in the other. He spotted me watching him through the windshield and smiled, that knowing smile that made my stomach flip.He opened the driver's side door and tossed the bag onto the back seat. "Got you those sour gummy things you like.""Thank you." I reached for the bag, but he caught my wrist."Wait." His voice dropped. "Come here."I raised an eyebrow. "I'm lit
Yas POV The morning light felt different today.For the past six days, the sunlight coming through the curtains had been warm and soft, casting over the wooden floors and messy sheets in a golden glow. It felt comforting.But today, the light felt cold and harsh.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my open suitcase on the floor. It was half-packed and the clothes in it were folded sloppily. I had been staring at it for ten minutes without actually moving.The cabin felt different too. It suddenly felt smaller, colder, like it knew we were leaving and had already started withdrawing its warmth.Behind me, I heard Dian moving around the kitchen, the clink of mugs being dried and put away. He had been quiet all morning, even worse than yesterday’s morning.I picked up a shirt from the suitcase. Folded it, unfolded it and folded it again."You know if you keep doing that, it's going to develop wrinkles from anxiety." I heard him finally speak.I looked up. Dian was leaning ag
Chapter 6Dian POV Trina’s voice cut through the air so sharply that, for a split second, I honestly thought my mind tricked me. It didn’t fit the moment at all, the heated, dangerous tension Yas and I had been sinking into. It was like someone threw cold water across my face. My heart paced
Yas My scream hung in the air like a desperate plea, my body still on his thick cock, every muscle tensed as his fingers grazed mine over the buzzing phone. The screen's glow cut through the blackness, illuminating his confused face for a split second, enough to twist my gut with fresh panic.
The morning after the hangout felt heavier than I expected.Not physically, my body felt mostly fine, but in my chest, right behind my ribs, something kept twisting and tightening, like a knot that refused to loosen. I stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, replaying every si
Yas Sunlight penetrated through the curtains. I stirred, my body heavy and entwined with Dian's, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his steady breaths warm against my neck. His cock, soft now but still thick regardless as it pressed against my thigh, a reminder of how deeply he had







