Chapter 3:Bitter Sip, Sweet Embrace

I slide the glass of wine toward Christian. He hesitates at first, but eventually, he takes the glass in his hand.

Looking at him, I smile politely and ask, "Shall we begin, Mr...?"

Caught off guard by my gentlemanly manner, he is finally forced to reveal his name.

But wait, I already know his name. Then why am I showing such a desperate desire to hear it from him? Perhaps I just want to be absolutely sure. I need to confirm if this man standing before me is truly my Christian.

"It's okay, it's okay, fine. My name is Christian... Christian Vale."

He says his own name, but I can clearly catch a sharp dryness and irritation mixed into his voice.

"Wow. Your name is just like you—so beautiful and precious," I say, looking at him with pure admiration.

I raise my glass slightly toward him, "So, cheers!"

With just the very first sip, Christian’s face, neck, and eyes turn completely flushed and red. He speaks up, visibly uncomfortable—

"Hey Adrian, why is my head spinning like this right after taking a sip? I feel so restless inside, and a sudden wave of heat is rushing through my entire body. Even though this is only my first sip!"

Seeing his reaction, I pretend to be perfectly calm and reply, "Oh come on, Sir! This is an extremely expensive and premium wine. It's quite normal to feel that way at first. Besides, can you truly appreciate its full flavor with just one single sip?"

"So, finish the whole glass, and only then..."

He doesn't even let me finish my sentence. Cutting me off midway, he glares at me with deep suspicion and snaps, "If that's really the case, then how are you sitting there completely fine? You should be feeling exactly the same as me right now!"

I look down at my own glass, letting a faint, calm smile play on my lips. Then, in a perfectly relaxed voice, I brush off his suspicion—

"Oh, come on! I haven't even started drinking mine yet. Don't overthink it so much. Just relax and finish your glass. Honestly, this is exactly how everyone feels when they first try this wine. It's completely normal."

Unable to withstand my constant pressure, Christian is finally forced to give in. He downs the remaining wine in his glass in one final gulp.

The moment he finishes the drink, the heavy effect of the drug hits him full force. He begins to breathe heavily, gasping for air. His pale cheeks flush into a deep crimson, and a dazed, helpless intoxication becomes starkly visible in his eyes.

As he swallows hard, his throat moves up and down. Watching that subtle movement, I completely lose my self-control. The dominant urge and dark obsession inside me surge wildly, spiraling out of bounds.

Masking my thrill with fake concern, I bend down and ask, "Hey Christian, are you okay? Sir... Sir! Are you feeling very sick?"

But he no longer has the strength to answer my questions. Losing his final grip on consciousness, his head drops heavily onto the table before me.

After a few moments, he stumbles up from his seat and begins walking toward the exit door. Every single step he takes betrays a heavy, uncontrollable state of intoxication.

But he barely manages a few paces before his strength completely fails him. Just as his body loses its balance and sways toward the cold floor, I move swiftly and catch him tightly in my arms.

The moment I pull him close to steady him, he gravitates even deeper into my space. Resting his heavy head against my shoulder, he begins to mutter something under his breath—incoherent whispers that I cannot clearly catch.

Masking the dark thrill inside me, I ask softly, "Are you alright? If you don't mind, may I drop you off? Could you please tell me your destination?"

Yet, he offers no reply. Instead, his grip tightens around me, refusing to let go. He holds onto me with a strange, desperate strength, his head still resting heavily against my shoulder.

The warmth of his helpless body and this sudden, tight embrace ignite the dormant obsession deep inside me. He loses consciousness completely against my shoulder, yet his desperate grip around me does not loosen.

Carefully, I scoop his limp body up into my arms. As I walk toward the exit door, leaving the dim light of the bar behind, I gaze down at his flushed, peaceful face and whisper to myself—

"You are finally inside my cage, Christian... and this time, I am never letting you go."

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(To be continued in chapter 4....)

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