It was early morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first faint streaks of dawn.
After spending an intimate night with Daphne, Everett couldn't sleep.
He lay in bed, inexplicably burdened by a heavy, suffocating sense of guilt.
Beside him, Daphne was fast asleep.
Her eyes were closed, her long lashes fluttering like delicate wings, casting soft shadows over her cheeks like elegant makeup.
Even now, the corners of her lips were turned up in a sweet, blissfully happy smile.
And yet...
The sweeter and happier her smile appeared, the more a wave of panic and hollow guilt consumed him.
He had confessed his feelings to her before he took her.
In that moment, he had truly thought she was incredibly adorable.
Even though she could be shy and timid around him, she had always been completely straightforward about her love for him.
He admired that about her, and even envied it.
But...
Was this really what it meant to like someone? Was this love?
Everett wasn't sure.
He had practically no experience with relationships.
When it came to Daphne, he had let himself get swept away by a momentary surge of lust and impulse, taking her to bed.
Even though they were officially dating now, their intimacy still felt exactly like that—
A product of fleeting passion and impulse.
"But... how long can a moment of passion and impulse really last?"
Everett murmured to himself, his mouth tasting bitter.
They had incredible chemistry when they were intimate, yet the moment it was over, he would inexplicably feel hollow and guilty.
It was as if he had done something terrible to her, ruthlessly playing with her emotions.
"...No..."
Everett shook his head, whispering into the quiet room.
"I didn't..."


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