Aether and Mary stood locked in a burning stare, as if at any moment the air itself would split and the fight would erupt.
Even without the powers he once wielded, Aether did not step back… so what if he was weaker now?
For the love of his Nyx, there was no way he would let this woman NTR him, not while he still breathed, not while his heart still beat with that stubborn, possessive fire.
Every fragment of love belonged to him. Even if she loved this bitch, it had to be beneath him, never equal or... never above!
Absolutely not above!
The very thought of standing second in her heart twisted something dark and sharp inside his chest.
He would never allow this crazy bitch to NTR him!
Still, if he fought with his current body... he would be the first to fall, the first to bleed out on this very ground.
Yet… even knowing that, even with the outcome already written in cruel certainty, he would still step forward and beat this bitch's ass at least once!
