(Y/n)'s hostess club,
VVIP room,
Nighttime..
Third Person's POV
Soft golden light bathed the dimly lit VVIP private room, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. Izana, adorned in a tailored suit that spoke of wealth and authority, occupied the luxurious couch with his beloved ex-girlfriend, as well as the hostess he generously paid for to keep him company tonight; (Y/n).
His posture was relaxed yet commanding, one arm draped casually behind (Y/n)'s head, his fingers caressing her (h/c) hair as wisps of smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between his lips. His gaze, sharp and penetrating, bore into the empty wine glass before him. He just stared silently at the glass, and (Y/n) immediately took notice of it.
Due to her routine as hostess, (Y/n) reflexively grasped a red wine bottle, its crystal surface catching the light as she poured the rich, ruby-red liquid into the waiting glass.
Each drop fell with a soft murmur, a sound lost amidst the silence that hung between the two former lovers. (Y/n)'s movements were deliberate, her eyes downcast yet keenly aware of Izana's unwavering gaze upon her. She picked up the wine-filled glass and handed it over to her ex-boyfriend.
"Here—"
"I never asked for another glass of wine, mahal."
"W-Wait, you didn't want one? You were eyeing the glass so I thought.. Sorry for the assumption."
"Why the apology? You didn't do anything wrong."
"Still... I was so used to doing so without being told."
"...consequences of being in your line of work, huh?"
"Mhm, yes."
As (Y/n) responded to Izana with a casual ease, a flicker of jealousy ignited within his steely gaze, casting shadows across his otherwise composed features. Despite the simmering emotions within him, he maintained an outward facade of control, masking the intensity of his envy.
In a swift motion, he reached out, his fingers closing around the delicate curve of her chin, a silent demand for her attention. "Sit on my lap, now." With a commanding tone, he instructed her to abandon her current position.
"Izana, I..." (Y/N), acutely attuned to the shifting currents of power within the room, hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with apprehension. Reluctantly, she yielded to his command, positioning herself upon his lap.
"As always, you're my good girl.."
Izana's whispers, soft and enticing, greeted her ear. His husky chuckle resonated like a secret shared between them, a whisper of familiarity in the midst of their clandestine rendezvous. With each seductive word that fell from his lips, (Y/n) felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, igniting a blush that blossomed across her cheeks.
His arm, strong and possessive, encircled her waist with a gentle yet undeniable firmness, drawing her closer into the circle of his embrace. The touch of his fingertips tracing small, languid circles upon her hips sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her veins.
"Do you always do this, serving customers in a private room?"
"Just for the recent couple of years... I used to serve customers in the public booth in the past. But now, very few customers ask for me."
"Because your current customers only consist of people like me, right?"
His hand traveled upwards, traversing the delicate contours of her face. Izana's touch became a soft caress, his fingers cupping her cheek in a gesture that spoke volumes of possessiveness. His gaze, darkened by the flames of jealousy that grew within him, locked with hers.
"There were so many conditions, rules and regulations for me to follow when I asked for you. The price for your service, I admit— it was outstanding. You are indeed the club's most expensive hostess for reasons. You must have met many dangerous criminals aside from me...haven't you, mahal?" Despite the turbulent emotions that roiled beneath the surface, his lips curled into a sardonic snicker.
"Did you sit on their laps when they asked you to, like you do with me right now?"
When that question tumbled from his lips, a gasp escaped (Y/n)'s mouth, her eyes widening. With a swift denial, she sought to dispel the lingering shadows of doubt that threatened them.
"I never. Intimate touch like this is strictly prohibited between customers and hostesses. My job is to merely entertain them, Izana."
Her defensive response, the panic ringing in her voice as (Y/n) tried to fix the misunderstanding, made Izana's smirk widened, a sinister twist of amusement playing upon his lips as he observed her reaction with satisfaction.
"So...I take that you have never slept with anyone since our separation?"
"No..why?"
"I'm so fucking glad I asked."
The tension between them reached its zenith, and Izana buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breaths ragged with the weight of his longing. With each tempting kiss that grazed her skin, a shiver of pleasure rippled through (Y/n)'s frame, her senses ablaze with the intoxicating allure of his touch.
"That saves me some time."
"Time...what are you.."
"I don't need to kill each bastard who touched my woman."
Izana chuckled, his hot breath fanning her sensitive skin as he peppered more kisses. (Y/n) felt the tendrils of desire coiled around her, binding her to him in a dance of passion and surrender. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling (Y/n) closer into the embrace, as if seeking to claim her as his own.
"Tell me, mahal ko. What happened after I left?"
His lips continued to caress her neck with warm, lingering kisses, and Izana whispered a question into her ear, his voice a velvet whisper that sent chills all over her body.
"After I found out I was pregnant with Kana..my parents-- technically, my father, kicked me out of the house."
His lips halted their caresses upon her neck, a tinge of concern sparked within him, triggered by the statement leaving her mouth. His heart, heavy with guilt and sadness, clenched within his chest as he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
"I don't know how my father convinced you I was dead. I guess I'm dead to him, considering I failed to be a "good daughter" like he expected me to be."
"He showed me a solid proof; your death certificate.."
"He must have used his connection to forge one to look as real as possible."
"Fuck yeah, he did. He even fooled me into thinking you were truly gone..!"
Izana gritted his teeth, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance against the injustices and cruelties inflicted upon (Y/n) by her own parents. The betrayal burned like a smoldering ember within him, fueling the flames of his determination to seek retribution for the pain and suffering she had endured.
In the depths of his soul, a vow took root, a solemn pledge to make her parents pay for their transgressions, to exact a price that mirrored their ruthlessness.
With a firm yet gentle touch, Izana adjusted her position, ensuring that (Y/n) sat snugly between his legs. His hands guided her with a subtle yet undeniable force. She settled into the space between his legs.
Izana placed his palms against her stomach. His fingers traced delicate patterns across her belly. As his other hand journeyed upwards, traversing the curve of her neck, his touch remained steadfast. (Y/n) tilted her head up, her breathing increasingly growing ragged.
'Enduring everything on her own... Carrying the baby while being by herself, with uncertain future ahead. Mahal, you are so strong.' Izana clicked on his tongue, regret swelling in his chest.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"It was not your fault, Izana. Nobody expected it... Not me, not you."
"No, (Y/n). I made so many mistakes. I committed grave sins to you and our daughter."
With a tremor coursing through his hands, Izana pressed both palms against her stomach, his touch trembling with the weight of his regret. In the fragile silence of the moment, he confessed his regrets, his voice shaking slightly.
"You raised Kana by yourself, you endured everything alone.. I wasn't beside you when you were giving birth to our daughter. I missed 12 years of our daughter's life. I wasn't there for her first word, or her first step. Worse, I lost my composure in front of her during our first meeting.. I committed too many mistakes, mahal. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."
Each apology fell from his lips like a whispered prayer, a desperate plea for forgiveness that echoed in the hushed confines of the private room, as if no amount of repentance could ever atone for the mistakes he had made.
(Y/n) settled onto his lap back, her gentle smile radiated warmth and understanding. She cupped his tear-stained cheeks in her hands, her touch a balm to the wounds that scarred his soul.
"What did I say before, aking sinta? We made that decision together. We decided to go our own ways. So, I never resented you for as long as we had been away from each other."
"...then you forgive me?"
"I have nothing to forgive you for because you don't do anything wrong, love."
"(Y/n), mahal.."
Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions that surged within him, Izana's lips met hers in a fervent kiss, a collision of longing and desire that used to slumber deep in their souls. Tears mingled with the fervor of their embrace.
Arms wrapped around his neck and her hand cradling the back of his head, (Y/n) accepted his kiss with a tenderness that mirrored his own. The kiss felt surreal, a fleeting reminder of the love that had lain dormant within them for so long.
"Mom, you love me, don't you?"
A wave of uncertainty washed over (Y/n), and she snapped out of the passionate kisses then pulled away from the kiss. With a worried gaze, she looked away, her thoughts consumed by the memories of her moment with Kana. Sweats rolled down the side of her head, realizing that she almost lost rationality in herself after being caught in the heat of the moment.
In the stark light of reality, the complexities of their love weighed heavy upon her heart. (Y/n) was torn between two choices, both carrying bittersweetness. Each choice would hurt one side, while the other would be granted happiness. She wrestled with the conflicting emotions that churned within her, her heart torn between the yearning for connection and the fear of the unknown.
Realizing (Y/n)'s belief in a shared future between them was wavering, Izana's heart clenched with anxiousness. 'No, I can't let her change her mind. I made it this far.. I can't back down now. I need her in my life, as much as she needs me in hers. We need each other..!!'
"Please, mahal. Don't push me away. Let me into your life again. Let me be a father for Kana, and a husband for you." Izana begged from the bottom of his heart. 'Give in to me, mahal. Give in and be selfish.'
"Izana, I don't know... Kana.."
"I promise I will be the father she needs in her life. I will take care of you and her. You don't need to work as hostess anymore. I can provide everything. So please.. Say it.." Izana gripped her waist with his trembling hands. 'Say that you need me, you want me by your side. That's all I need to hear.'
"Take me back, mahal, and let's build the family we always dreamed to have together...okay?" Izana persuaded more. 'Kana's happiness is important, but (Y/n)'s happiness is my priority, so Kana's approval can come later. For now, I need (Y/n).'
"I will love Kana and you for the rest of my life."
Moved by his declaration and determination, (Y/n) made up her mind and connected her lips with his in a deep kiss, a sign of her acceptance. Izana's eyes were filled with infatuation as he kissed her back passionately.
'I'm sorry for using your name to convince (Y/n), Kana. But just like you need your mother in your life, I need my one and only significant other to live.'
His lips suddenly twisted into a sinister grin, the obsessiveness that had been hidden away slowly slipping out. Despite that, (Y/n) was too emotional to notice the change in his demeanor. The two former lovers -- or more accurately, now lovers again, continued drowning each other in lustful, desirous kisses.
'I will make (Y/n) mine again.. Again and again...until she believes she can't live without me..'
You guys know what to expect next chapter.