You’re weak... Too Weak!!

Third Person's POV

"A-Aether?" Liora repeated, this time with a note of hesitation, her voice trembling with uncertainty. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Aether flinched violently at the touch as if he'd been pulled from some deep, dark place.

His head turned slowly, his eyes distant and glassy until they found Liora's face. For a moment, he seemed lost... disoriented.

"I… Heh… I'm sorry…" he mumbled, his voice barely audible, as the memories of Kaelen's death entered his mind.

Liora's frown deepened as confusion washed over her.

Why was he apologizing?

She couldn't make sense of his sudden shift in behaviour. Her thoughts wandered back to the night they had just shared.

Perhaps he felt guilty for the passion that had consumed them?

A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she recalled the way he had "tortured" her with his intensity, making her beg for more of his hot and thick...