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sangwookisser · 25 days ago

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⭒DOLLHOUSE - THE SALESMAN | GONG YOO⭒

warnings: ceo! salesman, stalking, sadism, naive! reader, heavy manipulation, coercion, dacryphilia, female pronouns used on reader, groping, heavy petting, lying, voyeurism (threat), p in v, fingering, backshots, consensual, MDNI, mature content ahead

an: reposting this because i'm bitter that it flopped

He didn't really need to be here. But he wanted to.

His empire ran without his supervision. It was fueled by the greed lurking deep in every human, the desperation for success and wealth. He liked to watch the hope of people- people so unlike him, who sat in his expensive leather chairs, wrung their hands and emptied their pockets- flicker weakly in their eyes.

He liked to watch the way they ached to change their lives by putting their last won in the right investments, but only if they played smart. Listened to the right people.

He walked the upper floor of the building methodically, his hands buried in his pockets as he surveyed the floor below through the glass. From up here, he could see everything. The traders looked like ants, which they were, to him. Ants he could crush beneath the heel of his designer shoes, if he felt like it.

They scrambled at their desk, fingers moving across keyboards, their voices a quiet din of numbers and false promises. At the heart of it all was money. His money.

He had spent years honing his instincts to lie, cheat and steal. He knew which buttons to press, and which words to make people crack under pressure. He built his empire with the same philosophy that had helped him survive back when he worked only for the games. Find the desperate, make them hope, and watch them crash and burn.

And they did burn. Every time. Here, though, he worked on his own terms. He didn't have to slap them around or bait them into playing a ridiculous children's game. Here, they approached him to sign away their savings, future, and dignity.

He leaned against a railing, crossing his arms over each other, his watch glinting and shining from the lighting of the chandelier hanging overhead. He watched a man in a poorly tailored suit wipe sweat from his forehead while speaking to one of his advisors. His hands shook wildly as he signed a contract. Probably the last of the man's money, going straight into one of his accounts.

The salesman smirked, shifting his weight as the smooth fabric of his suit stretched against the muscles of his back. He didn't feel bad. He had worked for all of this luxury.

His gaze smoothed over the floor, over the rows of desks, and the electronic boards displaying market trends and stock markets, his gaze stopping on a woman sitting in the office of one of his best employees.

Hunched in your chair, shoulders curled inward as if trying to take up less space. You sported an old sweatshirt, faded from too many washes, wrinkled jeans, and a baseball cap that tugged low over your face, though it couldn't hide the resignation clouding your delicate features.

You looked young, much too young to be sitting in an office like this, across from one of his employees, listening to the man pitching a high risk, high reward scenario, encouraging you to invest more than you planned. Just a little more, of course. Pushing the idea that this was your big break.

And of course, you were listening. The exhaustion in your eyes was momentarily replaced by a sickeningly impossible chance at making it big. Hence why that was one of the Salesman's favorite employees.

You weren't demanding guarantees or questioning the risk. No, you were nodding along like you were in a trance, your eyes flitting periodically to the numbers on the big screens above you like they held all the answers to your sad little life.

His eyes lit up with a fascination he hadn't felt in a long time.

He had seen plenty of people about to hit the age of a midlife crisis come around here and fall for this trap. But girls like you? Quite rare.

His blood heated ever so slightly. Because you weren't just desperate, you were naive. Easy to influence. He liked that sort.

And yet, despite his growing interest, he wouldn't go down to meet you. Not yet, at least. That wasn't how he operated. The best games required patience for the reward to be more fulfilling.

So, instead of approaching himself or making himself known, he turned away and walked back to the executive wing of his building. The private floors, higher up, where the real power sat.

As he reached his office, he was already undoing the top button on his suit jacket, leaning back into the chair behind his desk. Opening his computer, his monitor flickered to life, casting a pale glow over his face. It held his security system. Hundreds of cameras. Spectating ever floor, ever hallway, every desk.

He leaned back, crossing one ankle over his knee as he flicked through the channels using his mouse, finding you quickly.

Still sitting there, still nodding at whatever bullshit his advisor was feeding you. You looked hesitant, gnawing your lower lip before finally reaching for your phone, presumably to check your account.

He tsked. "Tch. Little thing insists on hiding her face under such a filthy hat." He zoomed in, trying to catch a glimpse of your features, while simultaneously turning up the volume of his monitor. He watched you schedule another appointment for next Thursday.

He quickly grabbed his agenda from his desk, flipped to the right page, and noted it down. His gaze returned to the gaze, watching as you stood and made your way towards the exit, he tilted his head, quickly switching his feed to a new angle, one of the cameras near the elevator bank.

He watched as you stepped inside, leaning back against the wall as the doors slid shut.

Before they did, he lifted the walkie from his desk.

"Security, come in," he murmured. A crackle. Then, "Yes, sir?"

"The girl in the baseball cap." His eyes stayed glued to the screen, tracking the floor numbers as the elevator descended. "Follow her. Discreetly. I want to know what car she gets into."

"10-4, boss."

He nodded with satisfaction, now moving through the cameras more rapidly. His fingers twitch over the angles almost like a man possessed. He hadn't had excitement like this in ages. Anticipation curled in his gut as he ignored the ringing of his work phone for a board meeting which was meant to take place tonight, lingering on the outside camera.

The elevator doors slid open, and you stepped out into the dim lighting of the parking structure.

But something made him sit up straight.

Because as you walked, you lifted a hand to the brim of your cap. And then, with a small sigh, you tugged it off. And fuck.

Your hair spilled out, soft and tousled from being pressed beneath the hat, falling in slight curls that brushed your shoulders.

And your face... long lashes with bright eyes that caught in the dull overhead light. You let out a long sigh, perhaps of relief, as you ducked your head once more, continuing towards your car.

He ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek as something swam around in his stomach. It wasn't pleasant for him. He wasn’t sure the last time he’d had a physical reaction to just looking at someone, but now, sitting in his chair, his breath was heavier, slower.

"Boss." His earpiece sounded once more. "She's getting into... some old Honda. License plate..." He read out the numbers and letters, and the Salesman quickly wrote them down, mumbling them to himself.

"Acknowledged." He says sternly to his security guard team. "Thank you for your work."

He leaned back in his chair once more, watching the screen as your taillights disappeared down the ramp, already counting down the days until next Thursday.

Later, in his boardroom, he was hardly listening to the constant droning of men in suits. Some executive from the European division was talking about expansion in Berlin, with another adding in information about the numbers in Munich. Projections for the next quarter that he didn't give a fuck about.

Not when he had a little someone that was invading ever corner of his mind. He was on his phone under the table, deriving information from your license plate. He found your vehicle identification number, a few accidents you'd gotten into years ago that he was thankful you recovered from.

But the jackpot was your home address. He grinned, watching his screen with interest. You lived just where he had expected. In a little apartment far from the city. A low income area with cheap rent and cramped rooms.

He tapped on his maps app and typed in your address nimbly, staring at an overhead view of your apartment. He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes to imagine you making your way to your bedroom to take off your clothes and shower. God, he could imagine how you looked under those old clothes. Probably all soft curves and smooth skin. He felt himself getting too worked up, in the middle of a meeting as well.

He loosened his tie a little to breathe properly, trying to will away the throbbing in his crotch. He wished he could see inside. He wished he could have bugged you slipped a camera into that tiny excuse of a living space and watch you flit around like a mouse.

He swallowed thickly, gnawing on his lower lip. Oh, when he got his hands on you...

"Sir?" He barely glanced up. A man was staring at him expectantly from across the long, polished table. "What." he said coldly, wanting to almost snap at him for interrupting his little fantasy, his eyes still flicking through the images on his screen.

"I was asking if you approve of the updated revenue projections for the Munich division."

"Sure. Do whatever you want, Mr. Park. I trust you know what to do with expansion." he said, not looking at him.

The man hesitated. "Uh, so—that’s a yes?" He sighed through his nose, clicking his phone off and finally lifting his gaze. "Yes," he said flatly. "Good work, Park. Keep it up." The man beamed, nodding furiously before returning to his numbers.

He groaned slowly, his grip tightening around his phone.

The knowledge that you were all alone, desperate, and in a time of need, made him ache. He hoped you were crying. He liked tears, the look of defeat and helplessness in people's eyes, because it made them so easy to control, and if you were crying, he could have his way with you so easily. You'd fall into his hands.

His blood hummed. It was too risky to just show up at your dirty apartment, even with how badly he wanted to break in and pounce on you like an animal without a leash.

Instead, he opted for an alternative. He flicked his hand.

"The meeting is closed. All of you, back to your stations, if you have anything left for the day. If not, go home." He paused, turning his gaze to the advisor who'd spoken to you today. "Mr. Kim. You stay."

Mr. Kim paled slightly, fearing punishment, and the rest of the employees scrambled out of the room, not wanting to face his potential anger.

The man straightened, approaching his boss with careful reverence.

"Sir?"

"You handled the woman today," he said, voice smooth, measured. "The young one. Soft, pretty face, yes?"

Mr. Kim fidgeted slightly, letting out a soft, confused scoff. "Uh… yes, sir. A few actually, but-"

"You know which one I mean."

The man nodded quickly.

"She scheduled another appointment for Thursday," Kim added. "Seemed… hesitant. Didn’t have much to invest with." He already knew that.

"Her bank details."

Mr. Kim blinked. "Sir? Doesn't our policy say-"

"Her. Bank. Details."

Kim nodded quickly, knowing better than to question his boss.

He sat in the office of his luxury apartment, logging into your bank account with ease. He sees your recent transactions, and the pitiful sum of money lingering in your savings. His lip curled, and he transferred out three-quarters of your money, sending it into one of his private accounts, untraceable and easy to plant seeds of doubt in your mind.

Gone. Just like that.

With your money gone right after coming home from his company, you'd either assume your advisor had made the investment without you, or you'd think you'd just been robbed outright. Either way, he knew you'd return. His breath came shallow with excitement of the prospect of seeing you tomorrow.

Like clockwork, you were in the office next morning, early. He spotted you from a few meters away, standing in the middle of Mr. Kim's office, your hands shaking as you gripped the edge of his desk.

Tears streaked your face, and your whole body wracked with panic. God, you were hysterical. Your screams rang throughout the entire lower floor. His breath hitched.

He was already getting hard. You were wearing yoga pants today, something unfit for such a fine establishment. your jacket was faded, and his gaze roamed your body as you began to pace and shake with the sheer desperation clouding your mind.

"I didn't authorize that! What the fuck made you think it was okay to just drain my bank account while I was sleeping? Do you realize how sick that is? I don't even know where it went! You took advantage of me!" your voice broke, hoarse from crying, thick with rage.

Mr. Kim jumped, looking slightly put off. "Miss, I understand, really, but I swear I didn't-"

"Then where the hell is my m-money?" You shriek, your voice breaking on the last word.

The Salesman closed his eyes, exhaling slowly through his nose as he felt a sharp coil of pleasure tighten in his gut, like yesterday. You did things to him he couldn't describe.

Your eyes were bloodshot, plump lips wobbling, and you jabbed your finger at Kim's computer in accusation.

The irony of it all was that he was the one who was holding all of it in his account as you took your anger out on his employee. He was enjoying this way more than he had expected. You, this pathetic little thing, sobbing over a couple thousand won, in those tight fucking pants, looking so small...

He wanted more.

You were breaking apart, shaking and crying, your breath coming in shallow, choked little gasps, and Kim was floundering to explain what had happened to your money.

He straightened his tie, adjusted the cuffs of his suit, and walked into the office with a slow, deliberate ease, his expression smooth, unreadable, effortlessly controlled. The moment Kim saw him, his face went pale. He immediately got to his feet, though he didn't even look at him.

He couldn't be bothered by the man right now. He had his focus on you, and my my... you looked so much better up close. Especially because of your tears.

Your eyes widened as your gaze locked with his, confusion crossing your features. You knew him, obviously. Everyone in the city did. His handsome face was everywhere. In ads on TV, on billboards by the highways, in magazines. A figure of power, fortune, and influence.

And yet here he was, right in front of you, involving himself in your mess... why?

It's not like it would be a big deal if you told anyone that you thought his company scammed you. Even suing him wouldn't make a dent in his bank account.

But he liked that you were confused. It gave him control.

"What's the issue here?" He asked smoothly, his voice calm, pleasant, like he didn’t already know exactly what the issue was.

You hiccupped weakly, adjusting your baseball cap. He thought it was cute that you tried to make yourself look more presentable for him.

Your eyes widened a bit as he leaned down to your level when you failed to answer, his lithe body bent forward so that he could get in your face. His hands moved slow enough for it to be unrecognizable, so you didn't flinch away.

He reached up and lifted your cap, brushing his knuckles against your forehead.

Your hair was soft beneath his touch, and he hummed lowly, barely restraining himself from gripping it, from tilting your head back and seeing how pliant you could be. Perhaps kiss your smooth throat. Or crush it under his grip.

Sensing your discomfort, he asks for your name as if he didn't already know all about you. You told him quietly, and he nodded, repeating it back to himself. "Pretty," he cooed softly.

"M-my money." You say finally, as he ran his fingers over your face, gently dabbing your tears away. You stilled completely, barely breathing. You physically felt your face starting to glow pink and warm up.

"Yes, dear? What about it?" He said, moving your hair out of your face so he could continue wiping your face, forcing himself not to look at your lips, which were slightly raw from biting. He could make them more red. He promised himself to bite them until they were cherry red when he finally got you alone.

His cock was nearly fully stiff now, pushing against his slacks. He made sure your face was tilted upwards so you didn't look at it. Though he could keep his composure and his facade, he couldn't control physiological reactions to your proximity. He didn't want you to know that.

"It... o-overnight, I lost most of it... I th-thought it was invested while I was sleeping without my knowledge."

He nodded, pretending to be understanding. Most of your tears were gone now, but he kept running his fingers over your face.

"Is that so?" He hesitated momentarily even though he had this whole conversation planned out. He wanted this to feel real for you. "That's quite a serious issue, my sweet. A circumstance like this would require action from one of the higher ups. Allow me," he paused, offering you a soft smile and bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips very lightly against your hand.

Your whole face burned, your breath growing shaky as you stared into his eyes, the charming, gentle way he treated you making your heart flutter. "To guide you." He finished.

You blinked, swallowing hard. "I-I just want my money back."

"And I just want to help you," he reassured.

Then, slowly, he straightened, extending a hand toward you.

"Come with me," he said simply. You obliged, trusting him to help you. After all, it was his company. If anyone could help you, it would be him. Slowly, you laced your much smaller fingers through his, letting him take you all the way up to the top floor.

He sits at his desk, reclining comfortably in his chair. You expected to sit across from him, like an equal, but he just scoffed, tilting his head as he spun the monitor slightly to the side, showing you the complex financial data flickering across the screen.

"This is all highly intricate work." He said, tapped his screen like he was lecturing you. "I want you to be able to see everything I do. Full transparency. That way, we can have trust between us, yes?"

You nodded quickly, understanding what he was saying. He pretended to be considering something.

"Although," he continued, his voice soft and gentle. "If you sit across from me, I'll have to continuously turn the screen around, which is inefficient. I want you to be able to follow along."

He leaned back, exhaling as if this was all so frustrating for him, all this work, all this effort he was going through just for you. Then he smiled, warm and reassuring, and patted his lap.

"Why don't you sit here?"

Your ears burned, and you coughed in surprise, looking at him with confusion. "Pardon me? Y-you can't be s-"

"It's for practicality," he interrupted smoothly. He ignored his raging hard on and the desire to put your pretty ass right on his cock and bounce you up and down on it while he worked, trying to focus on getting you to take the bait.

"The monitor is large, the keyboard is here, I want you to see everything in real time. I need you to understand that I’m only trying to help you." He said, looking up at you with dark, piercing eyes.

You felt like he was hypnotizing you. His logic... made sense to you, and you hesitated. He wasn't forcing you, either. Simply a suggestion. And he was just trying to help! He would get you your money back... maybe if you listened and played dumb, you could get him to add a little more to your account than you started with.

"There’s nothing to be shy about," he coaxed, his voice dipping even softer, almost fond. "I'm helping you." He tells you once more, and your ears burned. Slowly, you stepped forward and hesitantly perched yourself on his lap. Because you were facing away from him, you missed the way he grinned happily, feeling his cock press against your smooth, plump pussy. He pulled you in tighter.

If you couldn't feel it now, you had to be clueless. "Good girl." He praises softly, wrapping one arm around you to pull you in tighter as he clicked through your profile, showing you how the money was moved to an untitled account, pretending he had no clue how it happened.

He was using jargon so complex that you couldn't keep up, overexplaining things and saying that your advisor must have been mistaken.

Subtly, he moves your body back and forth against his crotch, gnawing on the inside of his cheek to not groan. You feel a weird flutter in your tummy and heat grow in your core at the feeling of friction against your pussy, the thin fabric of your pants not helping. Here you were, being bounced on the lap of the richest man in the city. You fuss, embarrassed and confused at the direction of events.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your jawline, tilting your chin up to force you to meet his piercing gaze. "Shh, shh... there now, no need for all this commotion," he cooed, his thumb brushing over your trembling lower lip. "I'm sure we can sort this out civilly, can't we, sweetheart?"

Despite your shock, you found yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your urge to be soothed, to be told everything would be alright. He smiled, a slow, smug curl of his lips, knowing he had you. His other hand moved to the small of your back, subtly pressing you closer, guiding you to turn towards him.

His actions were nearly unconscious, his focus solely on the rapid beating of your heart, the short puffs...of your quick, aroused breaths. He drank in your scent, the sweet aroma of your perfume.

The hard bulge beneath you throbbed in time with the pulse he could feel fluttering wildly at the base of your throat. He could feel your body tensing, could sense your confusion and mounting distress, but he paid it no mind, too focused on the delicious sensation of having you at his mercy, at the mercy of his whims and desires.

He continued clicking over the computer, his arm around your waist moving up until one hand was splayed over your breast, squeezing and quickly talking over your moans to act like he has no idea what hes doing. "And you're certain the money is gone?" he asked, his voice filled with fake concern. "Well, I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. A clerical error, nothing more."

"W-wait, I...mmh," You manage through moans, your body overstimulated already. You didn't know what was happening.

"Shh, don't worry sweetheart, I can fix all of that," he murmured, his hot breath tickling your ear. "But I'm going to need something from you in return."

Before you could respond, he had already started tugging at your pants, his fingers dragging the fabric down your legs. You squealed in surprise, trying to wriggle away, but his grip held firm, leaving you exposed and vulnerable as cool air hit your heated skin. He groaned lowly, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of your plump, glistening pussy, now bared completely to his hungry gaze.

He spread your legs, cooing and shushing you softly as he gave your right breast one more squeeze before clicking on your account, scrolling aimlessly to waste time, while his other hand, now off your tits, went between your legs to push a finger into your cunt.

You nearly scream, but he shushes you and tsks. "Careful with your volume, darling." He warns gently. "Wouldn't want everyone to hear how needy you are, hm?" You pant out, his finger pumping in and out of your hole sloppily, your hips bucking instinctively into his touch, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers finally making contact with your pussy, one long digit delving between your slick folds, stroking teasingly inside you.

He added a second finger, stretching you wider, pumping them in and out of your dripping cunt, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the room. His hips rocked up to meet each thrust, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against your ass, the heat of him searing your skin even through the fabric of his pants.

"See how much better you're listening now?" He praises. "Good girl. I ought to give you a nice tip for good behavior."

"Pl-please," You cry out, "Ngh, w-wait, I c-can't..." You cried out, a strangled moan tearing from your throat, your hips bucking instinctively into his touch, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

Just before you felt pleasure coil in your belly, he shoved you forwards, pressing your front against his desk, his papers scattering.

"You don't get to tell me no." He frowns, perturbed by your constant hesitation. He slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle with a sick fascination, the plush flesh going red under the impact. You jolt at the sudden pain, a string of arousal dripping embarrassingly down your cunt.

The sound of his zipper lowering seemed deafening in the sudden silence of the room, and you couldn't help but look back over your shoulder to watch as he freed his thick, angry red cock from the confines of his pants.

Your eyes widen with disbelief at the sheer size of him, and you try to scramble, knowing that thing would never fit inside you. You still struggled to grasp the reality of what was happening.

"Ah ah," He scolded gently, tugging you back against him and putting your ass right up against his cock, rubbing his length up and down the curves of your body, from your pussy and up to your ass. "Now as much as I would love to watch you cum before I put my cock inside you," He hums. "I do have business to attend to, besides. Lunch hour will be soon, and everyone will be out of office and able to see you fucking yourself on my cock."

You freeze, looking back at him with terror, but the words about to leave your mouth turn to a moan as he starts to push his fat cock past the ring of your entrance, and your lashes flutter.

"Oh my," He groans, his head thrown back and his tie askew as he slowly pushes forward, nearly bottoming out inside of you. You mewl and cry out at the way you seem so full, tears pooling at your waterline.

He croons, tugging your head back so your neck is forced to crane back and look at him, and he slowly thrusts in and out of you, watching your face scrunch in slight pain and overwhelming pleasure.

He loves tears. He loves your tears. He watches you with delight as you cry out and writhe on his cock, pushing your ass back everytime he pounds into you, wanting to feel every inch of him despite your mind telling you that its too much, that this is going too fast.

You’re soaked from the drool forming at the corner of your mouth and the tears in your eyes. From where his cock slides in and out of your sopping pussy, a thick creamy ring formed at the base.

"Fuck," he breathes out, running his hand through his hair at the slow, but rough strokes. every time he buries himself into you by the hilt, there's a plap of flesh against flesh, and he groans loudly, his breathing heavy. "So goddamn tight, darling, my God."

He grabs your waist and pushes your head back, pushing his cock in and out of you fast, then slowing down abruptly to disorient you. "N-no more, t-too much," You slur, but he doesn't hear you.

He pulled back and slammed into you again. You cried out, loudly, and clapped your hand over your mouth. "That's it beautiful, make a mess." He chuckled and did it again. His wet flesh reverberated against yours. Each time he paused and basked in the sounds you'd make as your body was jolted by his.

He lifted your ass slightly, grabbing onto the hand that was over your mouth and pushed it down so he could push two fingers into your mouth, watching as you sobbed and slobbered around his fingers, moaning as your pussy clenched around him due to the pleasure of being so full. "How's- haah... that, darling?" He questions breathlessly, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.

He doesn't take your unresponsiveness lightly, slapping your ass oncemore to get you to speak. "Mmm, fuck... c-cumming..." You babble stupidly, and he grins, squeezing your jaw and turning your face upwards so he can lick the tears off your face, relishing in your pleasure.

He groans at your taste, slotting your lips over his as your shared saliva smears over your lips, and that's all it takes for him to spill into you, hot, thick cream filling your womb and stuffing you full. He swallows your moans as your legs twitch and shake, and you cum around his cock, soaking his pelvis with your juices.

Your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid, and you squeeze down on his cock until he groans loudly into your mouth, leaning back as strings of saliva connect your tongues, and he licks his lips, pecking the tip of your nose and wiping sweat off his brow.

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estapa-edwards · 10 months ago

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can you do something with ryan leonard. like best friend to lover. something with angst maybe because ryan or trader is seeing somebody else. with slight smut maybe. thank youuu!

YOU BELONG WITH ME - R. LEONARD

Ryan leonard x reader

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requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n. slight smut

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It was one of those brisk autumn days when the leaves crunched underfoot and the sky was a clear, piercing blue. The Boston College campus buzzed with activity, students rushing to classes, laughter echoing across the quad. Y/N made her way to Conte Forum, where the Eagles were set to have their afternoon practice. She pulled her jacket tighter against the chill, her mind racing as it always did when she was about to see Ryan Leonard.

Ryan and Y/N had been best friends since freshman year, a bond forged over late-night study sessions, endless coffee runs, and a mutual love for hockey. Ryan, with his boyish grin and effortless charm, was the star forward for the BC Eagles, while Y/N was pursuing a degree in sports medicine, often helping out the team with injuries and recovery.

Their friendship had always been easy, natural, and unforced. They shared everything, from their hopes and dreams to their fears and insecurities. But lately, things had begun to change. Y/N found herself drawn to Ryan in ways that went beyond friendship, her heart fluttering whenever he was near. She tried to push these feelings aside, convincing herself that it was just a phase, a crush that would eventually fade. But the more time she spent with Ryan, the stronger her feelings grew.

There was just one problem. Ryan was seeing someone.

--- --- ---

Practice was in full swing by the time Y/N arrived. She stood by the boards, watching as Ryan skated across the ice with a grace that never failed to take her breath away. He was completely in his element, the puck seemingly glued to his stick as he weaved in and out of his teammates. The coach barked orders, the sound echoing through the arena, but Ryan was focused, determined.

As practice wrapped up, Ryan skated over to where Y/N was standing. He flashed her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. "Hey, Y/N. What brings you here today?"

Y/N shrugged, trying to appear casual. "Just wanted to see my favorite hockey player in action. Plus, I have some new tape for your ankle. Thought you might need it."

Ryan's eyes lit up. "You're the best, you know that?" He hopped over the boards, landing lightly on his feet. "I could use a break anyway. Want to grab some coffee?"

"Sure," Y/N replied, her heart doing somersaults. "Coffee sounds great."

They made their way to the campus coffee shop, falling into an easy conversation about classes, upcoming games, and everything in between. But there was a tension simmering beneath the surface, an unspoken question that hung in the air.

"So," Ryan said, breaking the silence as they sat down with their drinks. "I wanted to tell you something."

Y/N's stomach twisted. She had a feeling she knew what was coming, but she forced herself to smile. "What's up?"

"It's about Jenna," Ryan began, referring to the girl he had been seeing for the past few months. "Things are starting to get serious between us."

Y/N felt a pang of jealousy but masked it with a nod. "That's great, Ryan. I'm happy for you."

Ryan studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure? You don't seem that happy."

Y/N forced a laugh. "Of course, I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?"

Ryan reached across the table, his hand covering hers. "Y/N, you're my best friend. I need you to be honest with me."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she squeezed his hand and forced another smile. "I'm fine, really."

--- --- ---

As the weeks went by, Y/N couldn't help but notice how Jenna seemed to be everywhere she used to be. It started small—little things like seeing Ryan and Jenna studying together at the library, where she and Ryan used to spend countless hours. But it grew more significant, and with each passing day, Y/N felt her presence in Ryan's life being overshadowed by Jenna.

One afternoon, Y/N made her way to Conte Forum, her usual spot to catch Ryan after practice. But instead of finding him alone or with his teammates, she saw Jenna sitting in the stands, waving and smiling as Ryan skated over to her. Y/N's stomach twisted, a familiar pang of jealousy gnawing at her insides. She forced a smile and waved back, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Hey, Y/N!" Ryan called out, his face lighting up when he saw her. "Come join us!"

Y/N walked over, trying to hide the unease that threatened to overwhelm her. "Hey, guys. How was practice?"

"Great, but exhausting," Ryan replied, taking a seat next to Jenna and draping an arm around her shoulders. "Jenna brought me some snacks to refuel."

Y/N's smile wavered. "That's nice of you, Jenna."

Jenna beamed, leaning into Ryan. "I know how hard he works. Just wanted to show my support."

Y/N nodded, feeling like an outsider in a space that used to feel like home. "Well, that's great. I just came to drop off the new tape for your ankle, Ryan."

"You're a lifesaver, Y/N," Ryan said, standing up to give her a quick hug. But as he pulled away, his attention immediately shifted back to Jenna.

"Thanks, Y/N," Jenna said, her smile polite but distant. "We'll see you later, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her throat tight. "Yeah, sure. See you guys later."

--- --- ---

The pattern continued. Y/N found herself increasingly excluded from the moments she had once cherished with Ryan. Jenna was there at every turn—at their favorite coffee shop, at study sessions, even at the casual hangouts with the team. Y/N tried to tell herself that it was natural for Ryan to spend more time with his girlfriend, but the jealousy gnawed at her, a constant reminder of what she was losing.

One evening, as Y/N was heading to the library, she saw Ryan and Jenna sitting in the corner booth that had always been her and Ryan's spot. They were laughing, their heads close together, and Y/N felt a sharp stab of jealousy. She turned to leave, not wanting to intrude, but Ryan spotted her.

"Y/N! Over here!" he called out, waving her over.

Y/N forced a smile and walked over, her heart heavy. "Hey, you two. What's up?"

"We're just studying for the upcoming exams," Ryan said, pulling out a chair for her. "Join us?"

Y/N hesitated, feeling like an intruder. "I don't want to interrupt. You guys look busy."

"Nonsense," Jenna said, her tone cheerful but with an edge that Y/N couldn't ignore. "There's always room for you, Y/N."

Y/N sat down, but the dynamic was different. The easy rapport she shared with Ryan was strained, replaced by Jenna's presence. Y/N tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering, the jealousy festering like an open wound.

As the evening wore on, Y/N felt more and more like a third wheel. Jenna and Ryan had their own inside jokes, their own rhythm that Y/N couldn't penetrate. She watched them, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. She wanted to say something, to reclaim her place in Ryan's life, but fear held her back.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Ryan asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

Y/N forced a smile, her heart aching. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

"You should get some rest," Jenna said, her voice smooth and reassuring. "We'll catch up later."

Y/N nodded, gathering her things. "Yeah, I think I'll do that. See you later."

As she walked away, Y/N felt a tear slip down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, not wanting anyone to see. The jealousy burned inside her, but she didn't know how to confront it, how to tell Ryan that she felt like she was losing him.

She made her way back to her dorm, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She loved Ryan, but she was terrified of ruining their friendship, of pushing him away even further. So, she kept her jealousy hidden, burying it deep inside, and hoped that somehow, things would go back to the way they used to be.

But deep down, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

--- --- ---

Y/N sat on her bed, staring blankly at her open textbook. The words blurred together, her mind unable to focus. The past few weeks had been torture, watching Jenna slip into every corner of Ryan's life, replacing her. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but every time she tried, the words caught in her throat.

A sudden knock on her door jolted her out of her thoughts. She wasn't expecting anyone, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was. She opened the door to find Ryan standing there, his face a mix of concern and frustration.

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly.

Y/N stepped aside, letting him in. The tension in the room was palpable as they stood there, neither of them knowing how to begin.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Ryan finally asked, his eyes searching hers. "You've been acting so strange lately. Are you okay?"

Y/N forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "I'm fine, Ryan. Just busy with school, that's all."

Ryan shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, it's more than that. You're my best friend. I can tell when something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze. "There's nothing to talk about, Ryan."

Ryan stepped closer, his voice soft but insistent. "Y/N, you're shutting me out. I need to know what's wrong. Did I do something to upset you?"

The question pierced her heart, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to tell him everything, to pour out her heart, but the fear of losing him held her back. Anger and frustration bubbled to the surface, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, I'm shutting you out?" Y/N snapped, her voice rising. "Please, Ryan. I haven't even seen you without Jenna in weeks. And I don't want to third wheel."

Ryan's eyes widened in shock. "Y/N, that's not fair. Jenna's my girlfriend. Of course, I spend time with her."

"But what about us?" Y/N shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. "We used to do everything together. Now it feels like I don't exist to you unless she's around."

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "Y/N, I didn't mean for it to be like this. Jenna's important to me, but so are you."

Y/N laughed bitterly, wiping away a tear. "It doesn't feel that way. It feels like I'm being replaced, like I don't matter anymore. I miss you, Ryan. I miss us."

Ryan's face softened, and he took a step closer, his voice gentle. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make you feel this way. You're my best friend, and I care about you so much."

"Do you?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking. "Because it doesn't feel like it. It feels like I'm losing you, like I'm just an afterthought now that Jenna's in the picture."

Ryan reached out, but she pulled away, the pain too raw. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. You're one of the most important people in my life. I need you to believe that."

"How can I believe that when everything's changed?" Y/N said, her tears falling freely now. "When I'm not the one you turn to anymore?"

Ryan's face crumpled, and he took another step closer, his voice pleading. "Please, Y/N. I don't want to lose you. Tell me what I can do to fix this."

Y/N looked at him, her heart breaking. She wanted to believe him, to trust that things could go back to the way they were, but the fear and jealousy were too strong. "I don't know if you can," she whispered. "I don't know if anything will ever be the same."

Ryan stood there, his eyes filled with sadness and desperation. "Y/N, please. You're my best friend. I can't lose you."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I need time, Ryan. I need to figure out how to deal with this. I don't know if I can just pretend everything's okay."

Ryan nodded slowly, his expression pained. "I understand. Just... don't shut me out completely. Please."

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy. "I won't. I promise."

As Ryan left, Y/N sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She had finally told him the truth, but it felt like she had shattered something precious. The weight of her unspoken feelings had been lifted, but the fear of losing him remained, a constant, gnawing ache.

--- --- ---

In the days that followed, Y/N found it increasingly difficult to stick to her promise. Every time she saw Ryan, the pain of their conversation and the rawness of her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She started avoiding places where she knew he would be, skipping their usual study sessions and avoiding the coffee shop they frequented. She even altered her routes around campus, anything to keep her heart from breaking all over again.

Ryan, for his part, tried to give her space, but his concern for her was evident. He sent her texts, asking how she was and if they could talk, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to respond. Each message felt like a reminder of what she had lost, and she couldn't face the reality of their changed relationship.

One afternoon, Y/N was walking back to her dorm when she saw Ryan and Jenna coming from the opposite direction. Panic surged through her, and she quickly ducked into a nearby building, pressing herself against the wall. She watched as they walked past, Ryan's arm around Jenna's shoulders, both of them laughing about something. The sight was like a punch to the gut, and Y/N had to fight to keep her tears at bay.

She slipped out of the building after they were gone and made her way back to her dorm, her heart heavy with a mixture of jealousy and despair. She knew she was breaking her promise to Ryan, but the thought of seeing him with Jenna was too much to bear. It felt like every time she saw them together, a piece of her heart was being ripped away.

That evening, Y/N was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, when her phone buzzed. It was another text from Ryan.

Ryan: "Y/N, we need to talk. Please."

Y/N stared at the message, her finger hovering over the screen. She wanted to respond, to tell him everything she was feeling, but the fear of losing him completely kept her silent. She turned off her phone and rolled over, tears streaming down her face.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N continued to avoid Ryan at all costs. She threw herself into her studies, hoping to distract herself from the ache in her heart. But no matter how hard she tried, the void left by Ryan's absence was impossible to fill.

One evening, as she was leaving the library, she saw Ryan standing outside, waiting for her. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she considered turning back, but it was too late. He had seen her.

"Y/N, wait," he called, his voice filled with a mix of relief and frustration.

She stopped, her body tense, as he approached. "Ryan, I..."

He held up a hand, cutting her off. "Please, just let me talk."

Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Ryan asked, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you said you wouldn't shut me out."

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she needed to say. She looked up at Ryan, her eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Ryan," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this anymore."

Ryan's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/N shook her head, tears threatening to spill over. "I mean... I think it's better if we're not friends anymore."

Ryan's expression shifted from confusion to shock. "Y/N, no. You can't mean that."

"I do," Y/N replied, her voice breaking. "It hurts too much, Ryan. Every time I see you with Jenna, it feels like my heart is being torn apart. I can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Ryan took a step closer, reaching out to touch her arm, but she flinched away. "Y/N, please. We can work through this. I don't want to lose you."

Y/N's emotions boiled over, her voice rising in desperation. "Please, Ryan, I can't do this!"

"Why are you doing this?" Ryan's voice matched her intensity, a mixture of confusion and frustration.

"Because, Ryan," Y/N yelled back, tears streaming down her face. "Because I love you!"

Ryan froze, his hand dropping to his side as he stared at her in shock. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken truth.

Y/N wiped angrily at her tears, her chest heaving with emotion. "I've tried to bury it, to ignore it, but I can't pretend anymore. Every time I see you with Jenna, it tears me apart inside."

Ryan stood there in stunned silence, unable to form a coherent response to Y/N's emotional outpouring. Her words echoed in his mind, each one piercing through the confusion and shock that gripped him.

Y/N wiped angrily at her tears, her voice raw with pain. "I never meant for this to happen. I never planned on falling for you, but damn it, you crept into my thoughts, into my dreams, and now you're embedded in my heart like a relentless thorn. I see the way you smile at her, the way you laugh, and it feels like a thousand knives stabbing me in the chest."

Her voice cracked with emotion, but she pushed on, her words pouring out like a floodgate opened. "Do you have any idea how it feels to want someone so much it hurts? To know that every smile you give to Jenna is a stab in my gut because I wish it were for me? I've tried to ignore it, to bury these feelings deep down, but they keep clawing their way back to the surface."

Ryan's chest tightened with guilt and regret as he listened, absorbing the full weight of Y/N's confession. Her pain was palpable, her vulnerability cutting through him like a knife.

"I can't help but remember how it all started — those late-night conversations that stretched into dawn, the way you looked at me with such understanding and kindness. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, like we shared something special."

Y/N's voice trembled now, her words filled with longing and sorrow. "And now? Now you're with her, and I'm left here grappling with this unbearable ache, this longing that won't let me breathe. I hate that I love you this fiercely, this desperately. It's tearing me apart, but I can't turn it off. Every fiber of my being screams your name."

Ryan's throat tightened, his heart breaking for Y/N and the pain he had inadvertently caused. He struggled to find the right words, to offer some solace or explanation, but his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Unable to bear the weight of her gaze, Ryan turned away, his footsteps heavy and filled with regret. He couldn't face her right now, couldn't confront the truth of what she had laid bare. Leaving was the only thing he could think to do, a temporary reprieve from the intensity of the moment.

Y/N watched him go, her tears falling unchecked now, a mixture of relief and despair washing over her. She had finally spoken her truth, had bared her soul to him, and now she was left alone with the echoes of her own words.

As Ryan disappeared from view, Y/N sank to the ground, her sobs echoing in the empty space around her. She had known this outcome was a possibility, but the reality of it still cut deep. Love had brought her to this precipice, where the only path forward was through the pain.

--- --- ---

After Ryan had abruptly left following their emotional confrontation, Y/N found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected Will and Gabe, Ryan's friends and teammates, to approach her about his absence. They were also her friends, having shared countless moments on and off campus together. Now, they stood before her, concern etched on their faces.

Gabe was the first to speak up, his voice laced with worry. "Hey, Y/N. Have you heard from Ryan? He's been off the grid for a couple of days now, and we're getting a bit worried."

Will nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, he's missed a few practices too. Is everything okay between you two?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how much to disclose. She and Ryan had always been close, and his absence was weighing heavily on her conscience. "We... had a disagreement," she finally admitted, choosing her words carefully. "Things got complicated."

Gabe exchanged a glance with Will, both of them sensing the gravity of the situation. "Do you want to talk about it?" Gabe asked gently, his concern palpable.

Y/N shook her head, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. "I wish I could, but... it's between Ryan and me. I think he just needs some space right now."

Will nodded understandingly, though worry lines remained etched on his face. "If you hear from him, could you let us know? We just want to make sure he's okay."

"Of course," Y/N replied softly. "I'll keep an eye out for him."

The three of them stood there for a moment, the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Y/N appreciated their concern, their loyalty to Ryan evident even in this difficult moment.

"Thanks, Y/N," Gabe said finally, offering a supportive smile. "We're here for you too, okay?"

Y/N nodded gratefully, touched by their gesture. "Thank you, both of you."

As Will and Gabe walked away, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of their unspoken questions and concerns. She knew she owed it to Ryan to give him the space he needed, but the ache in her heart reminded her of the fragile bond they had once shared.

Days turned into a week, and still, Ryan remained elusive. Y/N focused on her studies and tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, but her thoughts often drifted back to him. She wondered if he was hurting as much as she was, if he regretted their confrontation, if he even cared anymore.

--- --- ---

Late one evening, as she sat alone in her dorm room, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Ryan.

Ryan: "Can we talk?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, uncertainty and hope warring within her. Without hesitation, she typed out her reply.

Y/N: "Yes. Where are you?"

The reply came almost immediately.

Ryan: "Meet me at our spot?"

Y/N's heart raced as she grabbed her jacket and headed out into the cool night air. She didn't know what would come of their meeting, but she knew she couldn't ignore the pull to see him again, to confront the unresolved feelings between them.

As she walked towards their designated meeting spot, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this would be the moment everything changed, if they could find a way back to each other despite the heartache that had torn them apart.

As Y/N arrived at their spot, a secluded bench overlooking the campus lake, she found Ryan already waiting there, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the nearby lamppost. He looked up as she approached, his expression a mix of relief and uncertainty. They sat down side by side, the tension between them palpable.

"Ryan," Y/N began softly, her voice wavering slightly. "What happened? Why did you disappear like that?"

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his eyes avoiding hers for a moment. "I needed time to think," he admitted quietly. "I... I didn't expect things to escalate the way they did between us."

Y/N nodded, her heart aching with the weight of unspoken words. "I didn't either," she confessed, her gaze fixed on the shimmering water below. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

Ryan turned towards her, his hand accidentally brushing against her thigh in the process. Y/N flinched slightly at the touch, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. Ryan quickly withdrew his hand, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Y/N shook her head, trying to steady her racing heart. "It's okay," she managed to say, though her voice was unsteady.

Silence settled between them once more, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Ryan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"Y/N, I... I've been a mess these past few days," Ryan began, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't know how to face you after everything that happened. But I've realized something."

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes searching his face for answers. "What is it, Ryan?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap. "I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted finally, his voice tinged with desperation. "Even when I try to distract myself with hockey or hanging out with friends, you're always there, in the back of my mind."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer of hope flickering to life within her. "Ryan..."

"No, please," Ryan interrupted, his hand tentatively reaching out again, this time resting gently on her thigh. "Let me finish."

Y/N swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She nodded silently, urging him to continue.

"You've always been in my mind," Ryan continued, his voice earnest. "I was just confused with my feelings. You mean so much to me, Y/N."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. Ryan's touch on her thigh sent a jolt of warmth through her, reminding her of the closeness they had once shared, and the possibility of what could be.

"I know I've hurt you," Ryan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm sorry for that. I never wanted to cause you pain."

Y/N took a shaky breath, struggling to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Ryan, I... I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been trying to move on, to accept that maybe we're better off as friends."

"No, Y/N, don't do this to me," Ryan pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. His hand tightened around hers, clinging to the fragile connection between them. "Please, don't shut me out. I can't lose you."

Y/N's heart ached at the anguish in Ryan's voice, the sincerity in his plea cutting through her resolve. She turned to look at him, tears glistening in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words.

"I don't want to shut you out," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "But I need to know... do you love me, Ryan?"

Ryan froze, his eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and realization. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Y/N's heart sank as she watched him struggle, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

"Dammit, do you love me?" Y/N pressed, her voice breaking with emotion. She needed to hear the truth, to know where they stood.

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, a myriad of emotions crossing his face. When he finally looked at her again, his gaze was intense and unwavering.

"Yes," Ryan said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "Yes, Y/N, I love you."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his words, a rush of emotions flooding through her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, the weight of uncertainty lifting off her shoulders.

"From the moment I saw you, god, Y/N, you make me crazy," Ryan continued, his voice filled with raw honesty. "But I love you crazy. You've poisoned me in a way you will never know."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening at his confession. She reached out, gently placing her hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.

"Ryan," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you too. More than I ever thought possible."

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, before opening them to meet her gaze once more. "I don't want to lose you," he admitted softly. "I've been a fool, trying to deny what's been right in front of me all along."

Y/N listened intently, her heart racing with anticipation as she waited for him to continue. Ryan took a deep breath, his voice tinged with relief and vulnerability.

"I broke up with Jenna," Ryan confessed, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "She already knew how I felt about you. She told me to confess, to stop pretending like I could be happy with anyone else."

Y/N felt a surge of emotions at his words, a mixture of surprise, relief, and a profound sense of hope. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, a silent gesture of reassurance and support.

"I'm glad you did," Y/N replied softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Ryan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I couldn't keep denying how I feel," he admitted. "Not when you've always been the one who's been there for me, who understands me like no one else."

Y/N squeezed his hand gently, overwhelmed by the depth of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. "I've always cared about you, Ryan," she murmured. "More than I ever knew how to say."

Ryan leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers as he whispered, "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for so long."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "I love you too, Ryan," she whispered back, her voice filled with certainty.

Y/N looked at Ryan, her heart still racing from their emotional conversation under the stars. The weight of their confessions hung in the air, and she felt a surge of courage and longing.

"Ryan," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to come back to my apartment?"

Ryan met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and desire. He took a moment to respond, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Yes, Y/N," he said, his tone tinged with certainty. "I want to be with you."

A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she reached out to take his hand. "Let's go," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Together, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. The journey back to Y/N's apartment was filled with a comfortable silence, their hearts beating in sync with the promise of new beginnings.

As they approached her door, Y/N turned to Ryan, her eyes searching his for any lingering doubts. Instead, she found only warmth and affection mirrored back at her.

Ryan leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

--- --- ---

The air between them crackled with unspoken desire as Y/N and Ryan stood in the dimly lit kitchen of her apartment. The weight of their shared confession hung heavy in the air, igniting a fire that had long smoldered between them.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel Ryan's intense gaze on her, his eyes darkened with a hunger that mirrored her own. The tension between them was palpable, a magnetic pull drawing them closer with each passing second.

Ryan closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand coming to rest on the counter beside her, effectively trapping her against it. His touch sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, awakening a longing she could no longer deny.

"Y/N," Ryan murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with raw desire. "I've wanted this... wanted you... for so long."

Y/N met his gaze, her own eyes smoldering with need. Without a word, she reached up, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. Their lips crashed together in a desperate kiss, a collision of passion and pent-up longing.

Ryan's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting sparks of electricity wherever it landed. Y/N gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a rush of heat straight to her core. She arched against him, seeking more of his touch, more of the fire that threatened to consume them both.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to convey all their unspoken desires through the meeting of their lips. Ryan's hands traced the curve of Y/N's waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He tasted of longing and promises, each kiss a declaration of the passion they had kept hidden for far too long.

Y/N's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Ryan's shirt, urgency driving her movements. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to erase any lingering doubts that this was real. Ryan groaned softly against her lips, his own hands moving with purpose as he lifted her up onto the counter, his body pressing intimately against hers.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as they explored each other with a fervor born of longing and newfound connection. Ryan's lips trailed down Y/N's neck, leaving a blazing trail of kisses that made her head spin. Every touch, every caress, fueled the flames of their desire until they burned brightly, consuming everything in their path.

In that moment, there were no more words, no more doubts. There was only the raw, unbridled passion that had simmered between them for so long, finally unleashed in a torrent of need and belonging.

And as they lost themselves in each other, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the promise of a love that had waited patiently to be set free.

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