8 Years Ago
The night had deepened. Behind the thin curtain of the tower room, the shadow of rain poured over the flickering candlelight, tracing Juliet's silhouette upon the wall. The delicate gown that enveloped her body became an unspoken tale, clinging to her skin dampened by dew. Her long hair fell gracefully, cascading over her shoulders as if whispering in the stillness. The flush on her cheeks spoke of lingering tears and exhaustion—there was a sorrow hidden deep in her heart. The scent of rain mingled with the fragrance of roses, reminding her of bittersweet memories that would never fade.
When a gentle knock sounded at the door, her heart trembled, anxious yet hopeful. "Who could be knocking at this hour?" she asked, her voice wavering with the surge of anxiety in her chest. Still, she already sensed the answer, even before the door trembled and opened. As she swung the door open, her eyes fell upon Fitran standing there, dressed in his dark robe, the world outside fading into silence. "You've come," she breathed, her tone like a spell in the cool night air. "I shouldn't have allowed you to be trapped in solitude."
"Do you know? The chill won't disappear just because someone is here," Juliet replied, her voice steady though doubt lingered in the air. She gazed into the depths of Fitran's mysterious eyes, as if searching for answers in an endless ocean. "But this... this is a mistake, my student."
"The bravery to come near you means everything," Fitran responded, stepping closer, the refreshing scent of him filling Juliet's senses. She felt not just his gaze, but a deep connection forming between them. "Juliet, my delicate teacher, don't fear the world outside. Let this rain wash away their marks. Tonight, it's just us."
"You and I? We are like the sky and the earth, Fitran. You are my student, skilled in the art of magic and filled with hope. But I... I am broken by poor choices. This world will look down on my fate." She turned her face away, tears threatening to fall, caught between a flickering hope and profound disappointment. "The memory of Romeo still holds me tightly. How foolish am I to keep remembering those days."
Fitran stepped closer, just a stride away. "Don't let the shadows return to haunt your life. The scent of roses you breathe symbolizes the beauty that has come with pain, but together, we can reshape that meaning." His hand brushed gently against Juliet's hair, trailing down to her nape, as he held his breath, as if time itself had paused. "Let the world curse us. This night is ours, and we can write a new story."
"You speak as if you're a sorcerer, Fitran," Juliet replied, her heart warming with every word that escaped her lips. "But you don't understand how memories can quickly turn into weapons."
"Then let's create our own kind of magic. Only we hold the power to break this chain," Fitran declared, looking deeply into Juliet's eyes, as if challenging her to respond. "Give me the chance to show you that within your vulnerability lies incredible strength. Tonight, we can be whoever we dream of being."
Juliet felt her body tremble, caught between longing and doubt. "You speak like a wizard, Fitran. I may seem weak… but I am not easily fooled." Her sharp gaze stayed fixed on Fitran's steady smile, which hinted at the secrets hidden deep within her heart.
"It is exactly because you have such courage that I want to stand beside you," replied Fitran, his voice deep and inviting, like a song that stirs their hearts. "I know the wounds you carry, Juliet. Those scars are etched into your heart—red lines that remind you of the lost Romeo, aren't they? That emptiness… a part of you will never feel whole as long as you stay trapped in his shadows." He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against Juliet's cheek. His touch was warm, as if sharing a magical energy that joined them in a strong bond.
"Tonight... I want to fill that void, even if just for a moment," he whispered, leaning closer to Juliet's ear. His breath was soft against her skin, sending gentle shivers through her. "Let me be the desire you crave, an escape from the sorrow that weighs on your soul."
"Fitran…" Juliet gasped, torn between longing and hesitation. "You don't understand... all of this..." But her feelings were in turmoil; her body wanted to accept his offer, while her soul resisted the logic that held her back. Before the words could come out, Fitran pulled her into an embrace that beat against her heart with urgency, letting the tension melt away in the warmth of his hold, promising his presence even as darkness crept around them.
"You are so sweet in your sorrow, Juliet," Fitran whispered softly against her neck, his voice filled with an uncontainable passion. "Grant me this one night to trade all your wounds for abundant pleasure. Just one night—like an ancient spell that will free you from those shadows."
Juliet finally surrendered to that tremor, allowing their lips to brush—initially hesitant, like leaves touched by the night wind, then igniting with fervor as if the world around them had vanished. In the creaking chair, every breath they exchanged filled the space, while Fitran's hands explored the curves of her back, holding her as if he never wanted to let go. "You can feel this truth, can't you, Juliet?" Fitran murmured, his voice soft yet enticing in the heat of the moment. Juliet could only nod, the two of them caught in their own little world—hoping to forget the wounds in their hearts.
"This feeling… it scares me," Juliet confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, caught in a web of desire. "Yet, this is who we are—searching for a way out of this painful reality."
Her hands gripped Fitran's shoulders, as if he were the only real thing in a world that felt so blurry. The light fabric of her gown soaked up the warmth from Fitran's touch, and in that moment, everything else faded away—fears, sadness, and trauma. The rest of the world shrank down to just their embrace, soft whispers, and the warmth of their breaths mingling in the cold night air.
"Between kisses and gentle touches, there's a barrier we need to break," Fitran encouraged, his voice flowing into Juliet's mind, casting a charm she could not ignore. "There is no emptiness more profound than your being tonight, Juliet. This power, this burden... it could help you get back the part of yourself that you lost."
He wanted more than just this fleeting moment; he longed for Juliet to feel the life that had been sleeping inside her. "Do you understand, my love? Love is not just about possession, is it? It's a journey through the maze of memories, cutting through all we've faced."
"You speak of something I have yet to explore, Fitran," Juliet replied, her voice tinged with frustration, gently revealing the uncertainty gnawing at her. "Every curiosity I harbor reminds me of Romeo who has departed, of hopes shattered into fragments." In an instant, the shadows of the past wrapped around them, weaving a tension that felt deep, unspoken yet tangible.
As the moon climbed high in the sky, two lost souls found comfort in each other's arms—not just a teacher and a student, but two individuals united by a shared sorrow, yearning for the love and acceptance they craved. "Juliet," Fitran whispered softly, "you have become my guide through both light and darkness. The choice is ours."
Juliet's heart swelled at his words. She felt safe, cherished...and daring. With trembling fingers, she reached up to gently caress Fitran's strong jaw, warmth trailing in her wake. She stood on tiptoes, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
A fire ignited between them as their tongues moved together, twining and exploring. Fitran pulled her into his strong embrace, his hands wandering restlessly over her delicate curves, admiring every inch.
He squeezed her curves, clever fingers teasing sensitive spots to stiff peaks. Juliet let out a soft whimper, rocking her hips forward to meet his longing. Fitran pressed against her, allowing her to feel how much he desired her.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked between heated kisses.
Emboldened, Juliet took his hand, guiding it under her skirt to the warm, silken heat. "Find out for yourself," she whispered sultrily, parting her legs in invitation.
Nimble fingers traced her soft folds, discovering just how much desire coated her. "So incredibly wet," Fitran growled, lost in lust. "All this for me."
Juliet could only moan, arching into his touch. He circled her clit, winding her tighter and tighter before plunging two fingers into her eager depths. His mouth captured hers again, swallowing her eager cries.
He worked her expertly, adding a third finger, stretching her, filling her completely. Blunt nails grazed gently against that secret spot inside, making her see stars.
Juliet came with a silent scream, engulfed in ecstasy, her body pulsing around Fitran's fingers. He milked her through it, murmuring praise that danced over her flushed skin. When she finally came down, boneless and satisfied, he withdrew, lifting his drenched fingers to be cleaned by eager tongues.
They shared a languid, open-mouthed kiss, still yearning for each other. The night was long, and pleasure was their purpose.
As dawn approached, Juliet awakened in Fitran's embrace. Their skin melded together, their breaths rising gently in the stillness of the night. Yet Juliet's mind spiraled restlessly, unyielding like waves that never cease. She gazed at Fitran's face, lost in slumber, so serene—the countenance of a man willing to challenge everything for a single moment with her. It felt as though time had halted, and all the rules that bound them had vanished.
"Fitran…" she whispered, her voice heavy with doubt. It had long since transcended mere desire uniting them; there was a darkness lurking behind every choice they made. "Is this truly what we want?"
As she slowly rose, wrapping her body in a thin cloth, fear washed over her. She directed her gaze out the window as the first light of dawn began to unveil Atlantis, hidden behind its fog and legends. "Amidst all this beauty," she pondered, "will our pride lead us to a deeper emptiness?"
What have I done? Juliet bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper, flowing like a soft breeze sweeping over the ruins of Atlantis. I have broken all—rules, oaths, the honor I've held onto for so long. Yet, why does my heart feel so whole now? Is it wrong for me to choose happiness just this once? Her entire body trembled, not just from the anxiety roaring within her, but also from a fierce surge of desire, like shadows creeping toward the dawn's light.
Fitran... his name lingered in Juliet's mind, filling every empty space in her heart. You have awakened a wild side in me, a side I have long kept in check for titles and honor. Yet, could this night remain our secret? She closed her eyes, imagining the potential fallout from the choices she was about to make. Or could it be a curse? Can I go back to being the simple Juliet I once was? All that she had faced—the darkness she had chosen, the shadows of her past—swirled in her thoughts, forming a powerful storm that threatened to pull her into an uncertain abyss.
And if the world finds out, am I strong enough to carry this burden alone? Her heart raced, defiantly responding to some unseen force watching her from a distance, though she was unaware of its presence.
Fitran stirred awake, his warm embrace bringing back a long-forgotten sense of safety for Juliet. "Hey," he whispered, his voice gentle, tinged with restrained frustration. "Do not regret this night. Remember, we have created something greater than ourselves." He caressed her face, his fingertip tracing the soft skin against the charged atmosphere, casting an undeniable allure. "I will always stand by your side, even if the whole world stands against us." His words wrapped around them like a comforting spell, intertwining with the strong emotions that bound them together, preparing them for whatever storm was to come.
Tears streamed down Juliet's cheeks—this time, tears filled with relief that mingled with newfound courage. "But Fitran, what is the true cost of all this? Not just for us, but for our beloved Atlantis as well?" Her voice trembled, like the gentle waves breaking the calm of the night that was beginning to envelop them.
"I do not want to make the same mistakes again. Romeo once said..." Her voice softened, as if saying that name brought a wave of sorrow, like a haunting shadow. "He taught me the meaning of wounds that refuse to heal, and I cannot bear to be trapped again in the shadows of the past." Gently, she held Fitran's hand, her fingers sinking into his comforting warmth, yet deep within her lay a profound doubt.