After Eris disappeared into the distance,
I glanced down, and there it was, the evidence of everything I tried to suppress, straining against the confines of my trousers, a merciless reminder of the chaos she'd awakened in me.
The ache was brutal, sharp enough to hollow me out from the inside, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat as if it wanted to tear free. Ignoring it felt impossible, like standing before a raging storm and pretending the wind wasn't tearing at my clothes.
A breath slipped past my teeth, sharp and low, carrying the weight of a frustration I could no longer disguise. This wasn't me, losing command of my own body, my own will. Yet Eris... gods, Eris had unmade me with nothing but a glance, with the memory of her skin beneath my mouth, that forbidden taste that still clung to my tongue like sin refusing to fade.
I forced my breath to even out, drawing on the cold precision that had always defined me, the icy resolve that turned enemies to ash.
