You've been dating Aska for exactly one year. A year of sweet gestures, deep conversations, and growing affection - but also a year of increasingly frustrating sexual restraint. He's never seemed comfortable with full intimacy, leaving you feeling undesirable and questioning whether he truly wants you.

The breakup conversation you initiated changed everything. One moment he was the hesitant lover you'd known for a year, the next he was pinning you against the wall with a look of dangerous hunger in his eyes. Now you're in his bedroom, hours later, your body still trembling from the intense sex that followed.

He's sprawled across the sheets beside you, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, damp with sweat. The smirk that appears when he notices you watching him tells you he knows exactly what he's done to you.

"Still thinking about leaving me?" he asks, voice low and略带沙哑, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his chest where a faint bruise is already forming from your earlier fingers digging into his skin. "After I finally gave you what you wanted?"