Angela's heart thundered in her chest as the sound of soft footsteps broke through the stillness of her room. The shadows seemed to swell, her breath catching when the figure stepped closer. The figure moved closer. She clutched her phone tightly, her thumb hovering over the emergency dial, when the silhouette spoke.

　　"Angela, it's me."

　　She gasped. "Edmund?"

　　The familiar voice made her freeze. He stepped into the dim shaft of moonlight spilling through the window. The sharp lines of his face, the unmistakable intensity in his eyes, melted her initial fear into confusion and anger. He stood near her desk, his gaze steady yet shadowed by something unreadable.

　　She reached for the lamp on her desk, switching it on with a sharp click. The warm light illuminated the room, revealing him standing at the door, hands slightly raised in a gesture of surrender.

　　"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of residual fear and incredulity. "How did you even get in?"

　　He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room in two measured steps and gently closed the space between them. His presence was overwhelming, stirring a mix of emotions she couldn't sort through fast enough.

　　"I'll explain everything tomorrow. For now, just trust me. Please," he said simply, his deep voice calm but laced with something heavier.

　　Angela crossed her arms, her pulse still racing. "That's not an answer, Edmund. You broke into my dorm! This isn't normal! You can't just…"

　　"I know," his voice softened, taking a tentative step closer. "I know it was wrong, but I couldn't stay away. I couldn't leave you here, vulnerable, not with everything going on."

　　"Vulnerable?" she repeated, her voice rising slightly. "You scared me half to death! What if I'd called the police?"

　　"You didn't," he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You knew it was me."

　　She shook her head, torn between fury and the undeniable relief of seeing him. "That doesn't make this okay."

　　"I know I scared you. I'm sorry. But I couldn't bear the thought of you being vulnerable. Not when I wasn't here to protect you. I had to make sure you were safe," he said, his tone softening.

　　His words chipped away at her defenses. She studied him, noting the tension in his jaw, the slight dishevelment of his normally impeccable appearance. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

　　He stepped closer, reaching out to gently take her hands in his. She didn't pull away, her breath hitching as his warmth anchored her.

　　"I'll explain everything tomorrow," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her knuckles. "Tonight, I just wanted to see you. To make sure you're okay."

　　Angela's defenses crumbled as his sincerity pierced through her lingering anger. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and searching. "You really couldn't wait?"

　　"Edmund," she began, her voice gentler now, "this is... crazy. You can't just break into my dorm room."

　　"No," he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a raw intensity. "You don't understand how much I've missed you. How much I've worried about you."

　　Angela sighed, her anger softening into something closer to exasperation. "You could've called. Or waited until morning."

　　"Would you have let me in if I had?" he asked, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

　　"I missed you too," she admitted in a whisper, her voice trembling with the weight of unspoken feelings.

　　The tension between them shifted, no longer sharp and jagged but something softer, more dangerous in its intimacy. Angela felt her pulse quicken as his lips brushed against her forehead, a delicate gesture that sent warmth flooding through her.

　　"Edmund," she murmured, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as if to anchor herself.

　　Without thinking, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both hesitant and fervent.

　　The world outside her small room seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them tangled in the moment. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their shared longing igniting like a spark catching fire.

　　Angela's mind swirled with emotions, relief, desire, fear, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Edmund's touch was both gentle and possessive, his hands trailing along her back as if he was memorizing every inch of her.

　　When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, Angela's breath came in shallow gasps. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.

　　"You're impossible," she murmured, shaking her head even as her fingers tightened around his.

　　"And you're irresistible," he countered, a hint of a smile breaking through his serious demeanor. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers. "Tell me to go," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

　　She closed her eyes, her resolve crumbling under the intensity of his presence. "Stay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

　　His eyes softened, and he nodded, his thumb brushing against her lips. "Always."

　　That single word shattered whatever barrier remained between them. Edmund closed the distance, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and desperate.

　　Edmund's lips left hers, and he pulled back slightly to gaze into her eyes. The intensity of his stare sent shivers down her spine. Without another word, he reached out and swept her hair off her shoulder, his fingers trailing down the length of her neck, sending goosebumps across her skin. Angela's breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his mouth inches from her ear.

　　"Undress for me," he whispered, his hot breath sending a wave of lust crashing over her.

　　Angela's eyes fluttered closed as she felt his fingers working on the buttons of her shirt, releasing each one with agonizing slowness. When the last button was undone, his hand slipped inside, tracing the curve of her breast, sending sparks flying through her body.

　　She arched into his touch, her core clenching in anticipation. "Edmund…"

　　"Shh," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. His fingers danced across her skin, teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. Angela's palms went damp with sweat as he pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it to the floor.

　　His hands roamed her back, flexing her muscles as if searching for something or someone. She felt like a rag doll, helpless against his control. A shiver ran down her spine as he spun her around, pinning her against the wall.

　　Their lips met in a fierce kiss, the tension between them crackling like static electricity. Edmund's tongue slid deep into her mouth, tangling with hers as he devoured her. Aching need coursed through her veins, and she was powerless to resist his demands. He ripped off her trousers, tearing the fabric as he yanked them down her legs. The sound sent a rush of excitement through her.

　　Angela's hands were lifted, her palms flattened against the bed as Edmund's thumbs brushed against her sensitive skin. Her eyes snapped open, but all she saw was the dark expanse of his face looming above hers, his features sharp with desire.

　　He plunged two fingers deep within her, their gentle thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Angela's breath caught in her throat as she felt herself being pulled higher and higher.

　　Suddenly, Edmund's palm swept across her belly, sending shivers through her entire body. Angela's hips buckled beneath him as he pushed deeper, his fingers probing every secret place. Her entire world narrowed to the sensation of his touch and the unrelenting pressure building inside her. It was building, building, building, until she exploded.

　　"Edmund!" she screamed, her voice hoarse as she came, convulsively writhing on the bed.

　　He panted heavily against her neck, his body pressed against hers as if he could breathe her in. His fingers slowed their rhythm, still stroking her sensitive flesh as her body slowly released its clench.

　　He leaned back slightly, his gaze boring into her eyes as if he could see everything she thought and felt. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.

　　Angela's lips curved into a soft smile. "Me too."

　　He kissed her then, a kiss that was both tender and possessive, claiming her mouth as if he owned it. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, as if they'd been made for each other. When they finally broke apart for air, Edmund's hand found hers, intertwining their fingers as if they were joined at the soul. They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, basking in the glow of their shared intimacy.

　　Edmund's fingers tightened around hers, and he rolled onto his side, pulling Angela with him. His lips brushed against her ear once more before he whispered, "More."

　　Angela let out a breathy laugh, but it was quickly replaced by a moan as Edmund's body pressed against hers. He slid his hands over her hips, lifting her up as he pulled her closer.

　　Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues clashing as Edmund's tongue delved deep into her mouth. The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the haze of desire.

　　As they kissed, Edmund's hands slid under her thighs, parting her legs with an ease that left her weak-kneed. Angela's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself being drawn deeper into Edmund's grasp.

　　His fingers probed her opening, searching for the perfect angle, the perfect touch. And when he found it, Angela felt herself soaring, her body convulsing beneath his as he plunged deep inside her.

　　The room erupted into a cacophony of pleasure and pain, the two of them lost in the swirling vortex of their passion. Angela's nails dug into Edmund's back as she screamed his name, her voice hoarse from the exertion.

　　And still, he didn't stop, his thrusts relentless as he chased the high, his own release building like a storm on the horizon. Until finally, with one last, savage plunge, he let out a roar of triumph, his body shuddering as he emptied himself within her.

　　The rest of the night passed in a haze of stolen kisses and whispered confessions, the weight of their forbidden connection hanging over them like a delicate thread. For now, they clung to each other, both knowing the world outside would inevitably crash back in.

　　As the night deepened, the lines between right and wrong blurred, leaving only the undeniable pull of their connection. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the fact that they were together. For the first time in weeks, Angela felt whole.