I Want You To Be Rough**

Haruto slowly pushed Ayaka down, positioning himself above her, his fingers entwining with hers as he gazed at her face bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

"You really are beautiful," he murmured, his voice laced with admiration. 

"I don't understand how anyone could bring themselves to hurt something so precious."

Ayaka's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. 

"Maybe it's not beauty they want to destroy," she whispered. 

"Maybe it's the reflection of their own ugliness staring back at them. Maybe it makes them feel powerful—maybe they just want to prove that something pure can be tainted."

Her fingers gently cupped his face, her touch warm and delicate. "You too… don't you want to ruin me?"

Haruto's eyes widened slightly before narrowing with a knowing smirk.

He tightened his grip on her hand, lowering his head until his breath brushed against her lips.

"Oh, I do," he whispered, his voice dark and teasing.