His world froze.
For once, it wasn't because of pain or pleasure, but because of a single truth that shattered the rules he thought he was playing by. He had been recklessly fucking every woman he could get his hands on, thinking that as long as they loved him—or at the very least desired him—the system would reward him, elevate him, evolve him. But now… to hear that hehad to love them back?
That was something he never expected.
I… do I actually love any of them?
He wasn't just asking to sound dramatic. The thought dug in deep, like a blade between the ribs, twisting as it pulled. I love spending time with the girls, sure… but most of them? They're just toys to me. Playthings. Bodies I want to taste, not hearts I want to hold. And then his mind turned to Liraeth. Maybe… maybe I love Liraeth?
Shit.
