Wanting More Yet Getting Less

Iorwerth leaned in to kiss Ercilia once more.

His grip remains grasping and tight. Deep down, she wonders if she shouldn't fight it. There was nothing she could do. Fighting back might get her locked up again, and when it came to sheer strength, he would win every time. Giving in would make things easier for her.

But she won't.

"N-No…!" she choked out when his lips brushed against hers, and he went frozen still.

"Stop already, Iorwerth!"

His hands tightened around hers. She faltered, then. He's getting mad. At that moment, she's no longer sure if being demanding or calm will yield the best results.

"I'm just not okay with this, d-darling," she said nonetheless, voice cracking despite her efforts to keep it even.