【♥】Reαsons To Love【♥】➳「 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗚𝘂𝗻 」ENG

》10《 Torn between heart and reason

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ

▂▃▅▆▇ 10 - Torn between heart and reason ▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ 

The dawn came soon enough and dispelled all the gaps of the night, thus closing an unreasonable parenthesis. The intoxicating heat of the night was replaced by a strange more penetrating cold. The vivid colors that shone in the musician's eyes were replaced by a duller palette despite the daylight seeping into the room. The cacophony of the night was replaced by the distant hubbub of the waking city. And the exquisite flavors faded to leave only a vague of bitterness.

But what still persisted was that sweetness that continually floated in the air. Even as he should feel ashamed - and he really was - Gun clung to that strange serenity that contrasted furiously with a flat void assaulting his soul.

Bundled up in a heap of blankets to cover himself with the early morning cold - as well as his inner cold - Gun let his mind wander in a sea of ​​confusion and vain regret. At least partially. Because he couldn't deny his desire to seduce his lover who had kept him awake all night long, until they were exhausted and totally satisfied.

But the night was over. The parenthesis was closed. And the sentence was going to be irrevocable.

It started as soon as he woke up. A dead calm dominated the bedroom, weakly disturbed by a whisper coming from the living room. Gun recognized Mark's voice and saw that he wasn't in bed with him. The black haired guy was awake and visibly on the phone, judging by his distant monologue.

Painfully, the musician pulled himself out of the blankets and grabbed a t-shirt and underpants to cover himself. His aching body was protesting and he still had that strange feeling that his organs were moving inside, as if they had suffered from being shaken so much all night. His vision also swayed, attesting to his great fatigue.

Once his nakedness was covered, the redhead silently crossed his condo following the sound of his juinior's voice.

Mark was sitting on the couch with his back to him, talking in a low voice to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I haven't forgotten, Mia. We will meet again later for the interview, you repeated it to me many times.... Haha no, I don't blame you. And I don't mean to let you down... Yes, me too... Ok, will I let you take care of the reservation ? ...'kay, see you later. Bye !"

Then Mark hung up, not suspecting for a moment that his conversation had just been overheard by an unexpected witness. And it was obvious, from the tone used by the youngest, that he was not cold with his girlfriend as he had left supposed the day before. He should have known, Mark knew how to hone his acting skills to cheat his world and get what he wanted.

In other words, him.

With deceit, he had used every possible stratagem, pulled the sensitive chord to deceive Pruhaya's sensitivity and make Gun crack. Everything had gone according to his expectations. It had even gone a little too well. And once again Gun was a malleable toy in the hands of an experienced and stubborn manipulator.