The studio was a sensory overload, a chaotic landscape of wet sounds, heavy breathing, and the rhythmic thwack of Mike's leg against Haruka's skin. Haruka felt as though she were floating in a sea of pure, unadulterated sensation, her consciousness fraying at the edges.
Deep within the quietest corner of her mind, a small, flickering light of her former self remained. It was the part of her that still felt the weight of her wedding ring, the part that remembered the gentle, polite way Ren held her hand.
'Ren...' she whispered internally, a silent, desperate prayer. 'Please forgive me.'
'Please forgive me for being so weak... for being so hungry.'
'You are so good, so kind... and yet, all I can think about is the weight of him.'
'All I can feel is the sting of his hand and the sight of her lips on him.'
'I'm so sorry, my love... but I can't go back. The girl you know is gone.'
With that silent, heartbreaking apology, the last thread of her resistance snapped. The dam broke.
