The white-haired man instinctively leaned closer, making his lips pressing against her as his tongue danced fervently. Nova squeezed her eyes close, joining the longing desire she had endured, likely for days.
Lost deeper in the moment, Nova melted into Tyrian's arms, her hands tangling in his hair as she adjusted herself for the equal fervor. All of their worries and fears melted away like snow heated under the gentle warmth of sunlight.
And as they broke apart, breathless and exhilarated, Nova couldn't help but content her lips with an unbearable smile. She was so in love with the man before her face.
Only a second of pause, Tyrian bore a look of lust, his hands roamed over Nova's body, triumphantly rushing of heat and desire through her veins and nerves. His touch was like fire against her skin, igniting a fierce longing within her as she surrendered to the pleasure of his caress.
Lost in the intensity of their escapade, Nova arched her back slightly, pressing herself closer to Tyrian as for the response of his delicious touch. Several gasps elicited from her lips, making herself craved for more.
"I want to fuck you so bad," Tyrian muttered under his breath. His lips were only an inch from Nova's reddened ear.
"Please, be gentle," Nova begged, her voice filled with concern for the unborn baby. She hesitated to mention the word 'baby', fearing that her own desire might lead Tyrian to resent her and the unborn child.
Unaware of what was to unfold, Nova was taken aback as Tyrian's grip on her face intensified, his touch transitioning from gentle to forceful as he pushed her onto the bed. She bounced up and down, her hair becoming disheveled in the process.
"Why?" he accused, his voice suddenly cold and heartless. "Because you're afraid to lose your beloved child?"
Nova's heart clenched. She knew that Tyrian's anger stemmed from his own fears and insecurities, but she couldn't shake off the sting of his words.
With a voice quivering with emotion, Nova shook her head, tears held back in her eyes. "No, Tyrian," she whispered woefully. "I'm afraid to lose you."
"How is that even possible?" Tyrian questioned her, his voice lacking empathy. "It's logical for you to ask me to be gentle because of the baby's safety. You know I always enjoy rough play. If you're afraid of losing me, you wouldn't ask for pity."
With a heavy sigh, Nova tried to find the right words to explain herself. "I'm not asking for pity, Tyrian," she said softly, trembling with fear. "I'm asking for understanding. For compassion. For the love that I know you're capable of."
"Oh, please, don't mention 'love' when you're with me," Tyrian rolled his eyes. One of his legs lifted onto the bed, obstructing her movement. "You know I'm not capable of love. I don't even want to acknowledge that child as mine."
Tyrian's dismissive words caused Nova's heart to sink even deeper. She had hoped that their connection went beyond mere physical desire, but his cold demeanor shattered that illusion.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the strength to respond. "Tyrian, please," she pleaded with resignation. "I know you're capable of love. I've seen it in moments when you've shown kindness and tenderness. Please don't shut yourself off from that part of yourself."
But Tyrian stayed firm, his gaze hard and unyielding. "I don't want to reclaim that child as mine, and I have no love to give," he declared once, each word piercing like a dagger to Nova's heart.
Feeling utterly defeated, Nova bowed her head, unable to withstand Tyrian's cold, steely stare, which caused tears to trickle down onto the sheets. She couldn't contain her sobs, despite her efforts to hide her vulnerability.
"Pathetic," Tyrian spat, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a weakling."
Nova's cry intensified at Tyrian's cruel mockery. How could he transition from a moment of kindness to such heartlessness? A wave of shame engulfed her as she tried to stifle her tears, but they flowed uncontrollably despite her efforts to hide them.
Nova buried her face in her hands, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. She wished with all her heart that she could erase the pain and anguish that Tyrian's words had inflicted upon her, but she knew that she was powerless to change his cold and callous nature.
Meanwhile, as Tyrian slid open the balcony door with a loud creak, he stepped outside into the cool night air, sighing. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he lit one with a flick of his lighter, the flame casting a dim glow in the darkness.
With each drag of the cigarette, Tyrian tried to quiet the storm of emotions raging within him. As he exhaled a plume of smoke into the night sky, Tyrian squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to rein in his temper.
Yet, his efforts proved futile as frustration continued to simmer within him. The sound of Nova's crying voice echoing from inside the room only served to exacerbate his emotions. Clenching his fists, his anger surged once more, threatening to consume him entirely.
"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, his voice rough with emotion. "Why is this happening to me?"
Tyrian's footsteps echoed loudly as he strode back into the room. Nova's tear-stained face turned towards him, her eyes wide with fear as she watched him approach.
"Fucking God, you're so annoying," Tyrian snapped, his voice dripping with venom. "Stop crying! I'm the one who should cry here!"
Nova shrank back on the corner of the bed, cowering and burying her face on her knees as she tried to muffle her sobs before his wrath, feeling utterly weak in the face of his anger.
With her tears flowing uncontrollably despite her efforts to hold them back, she managed to say a few words. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling.
"Sorry doesn't cut it," Tyrian retorted, his tone sharp and cutting. "You think you're the only one with problems? You think your tears are the only ones that matter?"
"No, I-I know you have your own struggles," she whispered quietly.
Tyrian scoffed, his gaze cold and unforgiving. "Save your pity," he spat. "I don't need it."
The man with the chiseled jaw and ivory complexion paced back and forth, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "My goal is to revive my past memory, to reclaim my identity," he confessed his bitterness. "That's why I'm struggling to become a demon hunter. Through them, I've glimpsed memories, one by one."
As he spoke, Nova watched him carefully. Her teary eyes followed his pace.
"But this baby," Tyrian continued, his voice growing more agitated. "It's thwarting my achievement. Why should I concern myself with something I don't even want to have in this crucial time?"
Nova listened in silence, heartbroken. Now that she understood Tyrian's desperate desire; to reclaim his lost memories and identity. But she also couldn't ignore the life growing inside her, a precious gift that she couldn't simply cast aside. Moreover, after the time they had spent, after he had picked her to be with him, was uncovering his past really that important, more important than her and the unborn child in her womb?
"Tyrian," she began softly. "I understand your struggle, but this baby… is a part of us."
Tyrian's gaze infiltrated hers, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I don't care," he snapped. "I won't let anything stand in the way of my goals, not even a child."
"Tyrian, please," she pleaded, her palms pressed together in a desperate plea. "We can find a way to make this work. Together, we can."
But Tyrian turned away, his jaw clenched in stubborn defiance. "Shut up! I don't have time for this," he snapped, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his back to Nova as if building a barrier between them.
With Nova watching his back while cowering, her tears cascaded down silently. She closed her eyes, the heat of her tears stinging against her skin. How many times had she shed tears over their strained relationship? She couldn't keep count anymore.
And as the night stretched on endlessly, with every ticking second, time seemed to stretch into an endless abyss, leaving her to ponder; How long would she remain trapped in this harsh reality?
As midnight approached, the room seemed to undergo a subtle transformation. Tyrian and Nova lay side by side in bed, each enveloped in their own thoughts. Despite the late hour, sleep remained elusive for both of them.
When morning finally dawned, Tyrian's manner was more abrupt than usual as he prepared to leave. Nova's heart ached at the sight. She longed to mend their broken relationship, but the obstacles seemed insurmountable. She felt utterly powerless.
As they journeyed on, the road ahead stretched out like an uncertain path. Tyrian clicked his tongue countless times. Nova, who was sitting next to him, fixed her position on her seat, her movements reflecting her inner confusion and discomfort with their current situation.
"Damn it, Nova, can't you do anything right?" Tyrian spat out his inner frustration, his voice broke the tense silence.
Again, tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Tyrian continued spitting harsh curses, and Nova wished she could plug her ears, desperate to maintain some semblance of stability in her heart. She clung to her hand, her fingers trembling as she wiped away the hot tears that began to stream down her cheeks.
"I'm trying," she whispered, momentarily giving up on their situation.
"Trying?" Tyrian scoffed, his tone laced with disdain. "You're nothing but a burden. A pathetic excuse for a partner."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry isn't enough. You're useless."
Nova sealed her lips shut, pondering whether speaking would make any difference. Yet, even in her silence, she knew Tyrian's disposition wouldn't alter.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, when the sky turned dark, they stopped at the rest area. Nova, glanced nervously, finally mustered up her courage to ask permission.
"I-I need to use the restroom," Nova pleaded, her eyes downward.
Tyrian sighed as he opened the car door to refuel. "Make it quick. And don't even think about trying to escape."
Nova nodded. She hurriedly opened the car door and rushed into the restroom nearby. As she managed herself to go inside, taking a deep breath, she gently caressed her belly, which had yet to swell.
In the solitude, Nova leaned against the cool tile wall, her hand resting gently on her still-flat belly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to find some semblance of calm.
"Hey there, little one," she whispered softly. "We're going to be okay. I promise."
Her gaze moved to the other side of the tile wall. "Just you and me against the world," she continued.
Nevertheless, Nova still hoped that, one day, Tyrian could accept their child. But, could Tyrian really be expected to do so? Nova's head spun as she thought about it.
Out of nowhere, a knocking sound reverberated through the room, interrupting the tranquil atmosphere, followed by Tyrian's voice piercing through the silence.
"Nova, we need to go," he called out, his tone impatient.
Nova took one last deep breath, gathering her resolve before responding.
"I'm coming," she called back.
With one final caress to her belly, Nova straightened up and prepared to face Tyrian. As the door swung open, she met Tyrian's stern gaze, his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently on the ground.
"Get moving," Tyrian ordered briskly, striding ahead to lead the way.
As they were in the car, Tyrian snapped, "Shit, I forgot to buy ammunition. You wait here."
Nova nodded silently, her gaze fixed on the dashboard in front of her. She could feel the tension radiating off Tyrian, and she knew better than to argue with him when he was in such a mood.
"Okay," she replied softly.
As Tyrian stepped out of the car, Nova took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that fluttered in her stomach. When she waited for Tyrian to return for about a few minutes, a knocking sound startled her as she turned her head to see who was doing it on the car door. Her hand instinctively reached for the handle, but she hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts of potential danger.
"Who's there?" she called out cautiously, on guard.
Outside the car, a figure stood in the dim light, their features obscured by shadows. Nova's pulse quickened as she strained to make out their identity, her senses on high alert.
Tyrian's absence only heightened her vulnerability, and fear got herself better. But she forced herself to remain calm, steeling her nerves as she waited for a response from the mysterious visitor.
Suddenly, the figure forced the door open with a steel stick, which resulted the glass of the car door to crack. Nova was panicking, her heart beating fast.
Without hesitation, she reached for anything she could use to defend herself. Her fingers closed around an electroshock weapon tucked beneath the driver's seat, and she gripped it tightly, ready to strike if necessary.
"Stay back!" she warned with a trembling voice, determined by adrenaline-fueled.