Ren arrives back at his apartment, flying through the night sky, and lays back on his bed, his body buzzing with energy from the night's event. His eyes are staring at the ceiling, but his mind is far away, lost in the memories of Elisha. He runs a hand through his hair, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"She was my first," he thinks, the realization sinking in more deeply than he expected. He shifts slightly, feeling a rush of excitement as the memory replays in his mind. Elisha—beautiful, alluring, and he had her in his grip.
His fingers trace the bed sheets absentmindedly, the sensation of her skin fresh in his mind. It was better than he imagined. Much better. Her soft moans, her heated body responding to his every move… He exhales slowly, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
"How could anyone forget that?" he murmurs to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room.
It wasn't just the physical pleasure—it was more than that. There was something about her that made the experience feel unique, almost… personal. Maybe it was because she was the first woman he'd been with, but he could feel the connection forming, something that hadn't been there before.
"She is mine. I want her, have her again." he thinks.
His excitement grows at the thought of meeting her again, only this time, she won't be drunk. She'd be fully aware and conscious, and he could experience that all again. He imagines her sober, responsive, and eager. The anticipation sends a shiver down his spine.
Ren closes his eyes, savoring the moment. For the first time in a long while, he is feeling completely content. In this moment, nothing else matters. Not his powers, not his ambitions—just Elisha, and the feeling of having her to himself.
His thoughts are consumed by her as he lies in the stillness, everything else fading away. Eventually, the lingering memories lull him into a deep sleep, his mind still fixated on the pleasure of the night.
But what seems joy to him can be fatal memories for others. Ren is self-centered; not caring about others has become his second nature after his parents passed away, and he was left to face the harsh world.
On the other side, Elisha wakes up in the morning, her body feeling strangely refreshed. She stretches, feeling unusually good after a night of heavy drinking. The soft sheets beneath her remind her she's on her bed, though she doesn't remember how she got home.
"Mmm… I feel so… fresh…" she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.
She lifts her hand to rub her eyes, still not fully awake, and that's when she notices it—her bare skin. Her eyes snap open in sudden panic as she sits up, the sheets falling around her waist. She's completely naked.
"W-what the hell…?" she gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.
"W-why am I naked?" She is shocked to see herself naked.
Her mind races, trying to piece together what happened. How did she get home? Why is she naked? And then, in a rush, the memories flood back—being rescued by a mysterious man in black, flying through the air, and then… the rest.
Her face flushes as the details of last night play out in her mind. She remembers the sex, the intensity of it, the way she gave herself to him so easily. She lifts the sheet, looking down at her body, expecting to see… something. Pain, discomfort—anything that would make sense of the wild event in her mind.
But there's nothing. She's perfectly fine, with no soreness and no signs of distress.
"That… that can't be right," she whispers, her hands trembling slightly as she runs them over her skin. "How could I… and feel like this?"
Her rational mind fights against the impossible memories. Flying? Superpowers? It couldn't have happened. Things like that don't exist, right?
"Yeah, It has to be the alcohol," she tells herself firmly. "I must've come home, gotten undressed, and… fallen asleep. Yeah, that's what happened. No way any of that was real."
But even as she tries to convince herself, a small part of her knows better. The memories feel too vivid, too detailed. The sensation of his hands on her body, the heat of their encounter—it all feels too real.
She shakes her head as if trying to clear the confusion.
"No. It wasn't real," she mutters, though doubt still lingers in her mind. "I was just drunk… nothing more."
Elisha forces herself out of bed and quickly pulls on her clothes, trying to push away the unsettling memories, regarding them as just dreams. But no matter how much she tries to ignore it, the memory of the man in black has taken root in her.
She just goes on her routine, getting ready to leave for work, trying not to remember the passionate memories.
On this side, the morning light filters through the curtains in Ren's room, waking him. He stretches out on the bed, feeling a pleasant ache in his muscles, a lingering reminder of last night. He feels… good. No, not just good—powerful.
A wide grin spreads across his face as he sits up, remembering the event with Elisha.
"I've come so far," he thinks, running a hand through his hair. "And gained so much."
He mentally checks off the list: telekinesis, healing, flying. And now, sex with one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen.
His confidence has never been higher. Everything is falling into place. The Ren of the past, the one who was overlooked and ignored, is long gone. This new version of himself—he's stronger, more capable, and he's starting to get everything he wants.
"Last night was just the beginning," he thinks, his smile widening. "There's more to come, more women, wealth, and then Lina."
Ren puts on his clothes and walks to the kitchen, feeling lighter than ever. He spots Lina at the stove, preparing breakfast, and just the sight of her brings a warm glow to his chest. She is as beautiful as always, maybe even more so this morning.
"Morning, Lina," he says, his voice playful. "You're looking gorgeous today."
Lina blushes, a soft pink color rising to her cheeks, but she doesn't look up from her task. She's gotten used to Ren's compliments lately, especially since he saved her.
She knows he likes her, and deep down, she's started to feel something for him as well.
"Good morning," she says softly, her voice shy. "I made breakfast for you. Why don't you freshen up and eat?"
Ren leans against the doorway for a moment, watching her. She moves gracefully, her hair falling around her shoulders in soft waves. In his mind, he can't help but compare her to Elisha, though in a different way. Lina's beauty is softer and more comforting.
"She's always so beautiful," he thinks to himself, a hint of affection creeping into his thoughts. "And she even made breakfast… like a wife does."
He freshens up quickly, his thoughts lingering on Lina as he returns to the kitchen. The food smells great, and he sits down to eat, glancing up at her occasionally.
The domestic scene, the quiet of the morning, and the warmth of Lina's presence—it all feels strangely perfect.
After that, Ren stands up and ready himself to face the day. The confidence he gained from last night is surging through him, a sense of invincibility that makes him feel as though the world is his to take.
He grabs his bag, throwing a final glance at Lina before heading to the door.
"I'll see her soon again… Elisha," he thinks, excitement bubbling at the thought of their next meeting. "And next time, it'll be even better."
With that thought lingering in his mind, Ren steps out into the world, his confidence soaring, ready for whatever comes next.