"So yes, I didn't fall in love with you because you saved me… I fell in love because

I saw you."

Azrael tilted her head, her expression tender as she stared into him deeply. "Wish… I was younger, going to school with you," she muttered weakly, her eyes dropping slightly as if afraid of his answer.

Leo's hand, once rubbing her hair, had stopped long ago.

He stared at her… no, he truly saw her.

Until now, he hadn't looked at her closely. But now,

Her skin... white, flawless, gleaming faintly with a reddish blush—shone like porcelain kissed by fire.

The rain still clung to her body, dripping in rivulets that slid down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone before vanishing beneath her soaked clothes.

Her figure, mature and dangerous, pressed against the thin fabric that stuck tightly to her skin. She wasn't some fragile maiden—her body radiated the heat of a woman in her prime, sexy in a way that made the air heavier, a shape carved by both softness and strength.

Her long midnight hair clung to her skin like a wet cloak, strands sticking against her cheeks and throat like black silk. It made her look wild, untamed, yet elegant all at once.

Her eyelashes trembled, heavy and long, glittering with droplets as if they too were alive. Her small nose was delicate, framed perfectly, and her lips—trembling as she bit the lower one—were not soft pink innocence but dark, ripe, dangerous.

Lips made for temptation, for sin, lips that looked like they could burn a man if he kissed them.

And then her eyes.

Those eyes. Silver with a faint violet ring, glowing faintly in the light. Unnatural, bewitching, like a predator's gaze mixed with the longing of a lonely woman.

They were mesmerising, drawing him closer, dangerous enough to swallow him whole if he let himself fall.

Her curves, her dripping hair, her trembling lips... she was not simply beautiful.

She was devastatingly gorgeous to the point of cruelty.

A woman hot enough to set fire to the room, sexy enough to drown reason, yet carrying that strange aura of danger that warned him this was not someone you touched carelessly.

If he were to say one thing... she was breathtaking.

Gorgeous in a way that would make any man line up, desperate to take her hand. And yet here she was, standing vulnerable, offering herself, almost begging for a boy to love her.

Azrael looked fragile... Vulnerable... Lovely.

Her words were hard not to understand, her feelings impossible to ignore.

If she thought he was the one… any man would have been over the clouds to be chosen by her.

But Leo… Leo's throat went dry. He gulped hard before muttering,

"I am… happy. Very happy." He smiled faintly, and for a second, Azrael thought she had been accepted. Her eyes glimmered with a fleeting hope.

Then Leo shook his head, stepping back a few inches, his voice low but steady. "But I have girlfriends… so, sorry."

Azrael blinked, her lips parting. A soft smile trembled on her face as she lowered her head, her expression breaking into quiet acceptance.

Leo's heart twisted painfully seeing her like that.

"Come on… You will find the best. I mean… in a world like the sea, you can catch any fish you want."

Azrael lifted her head, but her spirit remained low, "But not the fish I need, right?"

"…" Leo's lips parted, his teeth clenching down. He wanted to speak, but nothing came. He tried to move away, but her fingers caught his hand, holding him in place.

Azrael's lips trembled as she whispered, "I don't need any other fish. I never liked the sea, never liked the fish swimming in it.

This is the only one I liked… and the only one I need."

"…"

Leo stared at her, his chest tightening... Confused and Lost.

What words could make her listen?

What could make her believe the wall he was trying to build between them?

He was already dealing with so much.

Two girlfriends, both fiery in their own ways… and their fathers hated him with a passion.

Every day felt like walking on the edge of a blade.

Leo muttered with a sigh, his shoulders sagging. "You are… making it hard for me," he said as he slowly pried her fingers away from his hand.

Azrael bit her lips, her jaw tightening as her teeth pressed down hard. Her eyes flickered with worry, silver-violet trembling like a storm ready to break,

"W-What will make you understand my love?"

"…Nothing."

The word dropped like a hammer.

Azrael's face shattered, her eyes turning shaky, her body trembling as tears threatened to fall. She knew it in her chest—she was forcing her love on him, pushing too hard, clinging where she shouldn't.

But this… this wasn't just a crush.

This wasn't fleeting.

Her fingers began to slip from his hand. Her heart screamed in silence, tearing itself apart inside her chest.

If she let go now, she knew—she fucking knew—she would never get him back.

No matter what, this would be the end.

A one-way end!!

'Please don't go… I want you… I need you… I… I love you…' Her soul screamed it, echoing in a pit of darkness, but her lips would not move.

Her voice refused her, her throat closing under the weight. Everything felt so heavy. So dark. As if her life was dragging her back to hell once again.

She didn't want it. She couldn't. She… she…

Just as her last trembling finger was about to slip away, Leo flinched. Her grip returned suddenly, wrapping around his hand again, tighter than before.

He sighed inwardly, his patience fraying. He was ready to give her a frustrated, even furious look—until he froze.

She was smiling.

A broken smile, but a smile nonetheless.

Leo frowned, unsettled.

"I… I-I will be your third girlfriend," Azrael said, her voice shaking, but her lips curved upward.

Yup... She wasn't letting go... Definitely not!!

Even if it meant lowering herself into that position, she would not let Leo leave her behind.

Leo blinked before dragging a palm down his face, half in disbelief, half in despair.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you even under—"

"I do. And… I did!" she interrupted sharply.

Her hand yanked him, pulling Leo closer against her rain-soaked body. Their distance vanished, her heat pressed against him, her wet hair brushing his cheek.

Leo flinched, his body stiff.

Azrael's voice was firm, her eyes burning. "You have two girlfriends… I don't see the problem with you having one more."

Leo wanted to slap himself... Hard.

"Listen… it's not me who decided that—"

"I know," Azrael cut in, her gaze unwavering. "And I will ask them myself."

"…Pardon?"

Azrael smirked faintly, water dripping from her lashes, her expression dangerous and bold. "I will personally go and ask them to let me among your lovers."

Leo blinked, stunned into silence. "…Pardon?"

"I will persona—"

"I freaking get that, woman!" Leo suddenly shouted, his voice rising, horrified by what she was actually suggesting. His face twisted with disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?!"

What the hell was she even talking about?!

The storm outside cracked with thunder, as if echoing the madness that had just spilled from her lips.

Azrael shrugged, water dripping down her collarbones as she leaned closer, her voice firm yet teasing.

"I mean… at the end, results matter, right? Just because you rejected me, I am not going to sit in a corner, crying around like a little girl.

My name is Azrael, and I will get what I need no matter what."

Her hand slammed lightly against his chest, the sound echoing through the quiet room. Her eyes narrowed, her lips curving with dangerous promise.

"And this… will belong to me very soon."

"Hyyaa…" Leo exhaled heavily, shaking his head, utterly defeated by the absurdity of his fate.

First Gorgon, and now this woman… why were the gods making his life so hard?

Maybe that damn devil was pulling strings just to mess with him.

He clicked his tongue, shrugging with irritation. "Do what you want… but if you try to hurt them—"

Before he could finish, Azrael's hand slid over his shoulder, firm yet sensual. Her face leaned close, her breath warm despite her soaked body.

"Hurt them? Oh, please. Those are children's games. I am not interested in that." Her lips curved upward as her silver-violet eyes locked on his, sharp and burning. "If anything, I am more into… adult games."

Her tongue flicked across her lips slowly, deliberately, a seductive gleam in her eyes.

Yup.... He was definitely in danger!

Leo gulped, his throat tight, his pulse racing. It looked like she was dead set on becoming his third girlfriend.

"Do you really want to be my third girlfriend? It's weird."

"Yup," Azrael nodded confidently, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders as she leaned back with a grin.

"It's weird that you accepted two girlfriends. So weird plus weird equals… Weirdness One!"

Leo's face curled with disappointment, "…Are you even an adult?"

"Oh? You want to know that?? So fast~" she teased, her voice dripping with double meaning. The way she said it made the words feel heavier than they should.

Leo rubbed his forehead in frustration. He didn't want to know what she meant.

Just then—

"Acchooo!"

Leo sneezed loudly.

Azrael flinched before her expression softened with concern. She hurried to his side, placing a hand against his forehead. Her touch was cool, trembling slightly.

"I think you'd better take a bath if you don't want to catch a cold," she said seriously as her previous seduction disappeared... just pure worry!

How could she change it faster!

Without waiting, she grabbed his arm and began leading him toward the bathroom.

Leo sighed but nodded, following her steps. Just as he was about to enter, he turned his head back, his eyes searching hers.

"Azrael… this is not right. I mean, it will only hurt you in the end. Please, think about—"

Thud!

The door shut loudly between them.

Leo's lips twitched as he stared at the polished walls of the bathroom.

"…Damn. Why do the rich have such good freaking bathrooms? This thing is almost double the size of my room!" He gritted his teeth, both excited to enjoy the luxury and annoyed at being trapped here.

With a sigh, he began removing his drenched clothes.

Meanwhile…

Outside the bathroom, Azrael tugged her soaked top off, her movements slow and deliberate. Water trailed down her toned figure, dripping across her curves, the sight of her body both dangerously hot and unbearably alluring.

A faintly amused smile curved her lips as she called out, her voice carrying easily through the door.

"You can put your clothes in the tray."

"Okay."

Azrael smirked, her expression seductive, her eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Tonight… she wasn't going to wait.

Tonight, she would taste the fruit before it even had the chance to ripen.

Hehe~

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