Satyr THE place appeared to be well over a decade old. The furniture surrounding me evoked images of ancient civilizations, resembling Egyptian paintings and sculptures. It felt as if I had been transported to a prehistoric era. I had once told Fiore that a long vacation here after our wedding would be nice, even if it meant not visiting the countries he had promised. We could have chosen to stay here for our honeymoon.But now, I no longer wished to be in this place. I yearned to escape from this situation. Despite its picturesque beauty, it felt empty, desolate, and shattered. This was far from the ideal vacation I had envisioned, or the flawless prenuptial retreat. Every corner of this place served as a painful reminder of him. It felt like a cage filled with misery.I needed to talk to Xylon. Perhaps he already knew a way for us to leave this place. Fiore had taken our only means of escape with him. We had driven here from Manila with his detestable buddy. How could we possibly re

Thin Boxers FIVE days had passed, and it was hard to believe that I had been in this unfamiliar place for that long. I regretted not asking Fiore about the location before coming here. I had placed so much trust in him that I willingly agreed to accompany him without questioning anything. If only I had known where we were, perhaps I would have understood why the weather fluctuated between warm mornings and freezing evenings.Today, the sun was scorching hot, making me long for some fresh air outside. However, the intensity of the sun's heat felt like it could dissolve my skin.I also wanted to assist Xylon, who was constantly tidying up and organizing every little detail around me. He was taking care of everything, from cleaning and fixing things to cooking and carpentry, embodying all the qualities a woman looks for in a potential husband.I genuinely wanted to help him, but he didn't allow me to."Give me that broom. I'll do the sweeping," I said, snatching the broom from his grasp.

Guilty THE pounding of my heart was unbearable. Its rhythm was so deafening that I couldn't hear anything else. Would I actually say yes? If I did, I would be indulging in another taste of him.Suddenly, a part of the book I had been holding slipped from my grasp, jolting me awake from my dazed state. We both gazed at the thick cover of the torn book, its pages falling apart."Sh*t!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. He snatched the book from my hand and swiftly stood up."This is my book! What have you done to it?" He desperately tried to gather the scattered pages from the floor, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't restore it to its original form.I could see the desperation etched on his face, and I recoiled as his glare intensified. "That's the last edition of Nikolai Medtner's 'Art of Music' from 1951. There are no more reprints available anywhere in the world! And you've torn it to pieces!"I had no idea that those music books belonged to Xylon. Just a mi

Glowing in the Dark XYLON has been gone for quite some time. "Where did that arse go?" He left me alone in this old house. What if someone shows up here? It's getting late, and he's still out there in the middle of the forest.I reluctantly looked out the wide window, searching for any sign of him. I tightly gripped the window ledge. I shouldn't care, right? I shouldn't be thinking about him after what he said. I don't understand why he's so difficult to figure out.Sometimes, he's incredibly kind to me. Then, other times, he's distant and cold. Our relationship used to have its ups and downs, but now... it's getting even worse.It's his fault that I'm treating him this way. If only he would show some remorse. If he could only try to win me over.I let out a sigh and decided to wait for Xylon outside. We're surrounded by woods, and there could be wild animals around."What if?" I pondered for a moment. What if something happened to him? What if he was bitten by a snake and couldn't fi

The Current I LOOKED at my reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight of myself wearing the revealing white lace nightwear. It left little to the imagination, exposing almost everything underneath. Despite feeling refreshed after my bath, my feet still throbbed with the wounds I had acquired while searching for Xylon in the forest.My forehead creased as I noticed the book resting on top of my dresser—the book he had given me. I couldn't deny that I had indulged in pleasuring myself, but a sense of shame washed over me. My office friends often discussed the normalcy of self-pleasure, but I would always walk away from those conversations. While not overly conservative, I had always strived to live a proper and decent life. Admitting that mere thoughts could make me wet and aroused embarrassed me. I believed such intimate acts should be reserved for a special bond, like marriage and love.Yet, as I looked at myself in the lingerie and thought about Xylon, I couldn't help but feel a s