With a sudden, powerful movement, Caesar grabbed both of Eun-jae's legs, pulling them together and placing them on his shoulder, opening Eun-jae up even more, allowing him to hit that sweet spot deep inside the omega's body. He began to thrust with a newfound fervor, his hips moving with a powerful, relentless rhythm as he pounded into Eun-jae, his body slapping against the omega's with a sharp, staccato sound that echoed through the room like a primal drumbeat.
"Ahh... nghh... I can't stop cumming," Eun-jae moaned, his voice a broken, desperate plea as he felt his body respond to the stimulation, his orgasm building with an intensity that left him breathless and trembling. "Please, Caesar, it's too much," he begged, his body convulsing as he came, his inner muscles clamping down on Caesar's cock, milking it with a force that sent waves of pleasure crashing through both of their bodies.
Caesar chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that rumbled in his chest as he felt Eun-jae's body respond to his. "Look at how your hole is twitching around my cock," he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl as he leaned down, kissing Eun-jae's thigh, his lips soft and gentle against the sensitive flesh. "So perfect." he whispered, his breath hot against Eun-jae's skin, sending shivers down the omega's spine.
Eun-jae, his body shaking and trembling, tried to turn to his side, seeking a moment of respite, a chance to catch his breath. "Wa—wait... let me... nghhh," he moaned, his voice a desperate, pleading sound as he tried to push Caesar slightly, to slow the pace, to give his body a moment to recover. "I need a break, please, Caesar," he begged, his voice hoarse and broken.
But Caesar was relentless, his body moving with a mind of its own, driven by a primal, dominant need to claim and conquer. He continued to thrust, his hips moving with a powerful, unyielding rhythm as he pounded into Eun-jae, his body slapping against the omega's with a sharp, staccato sound that echoed through the room, a symphony of their raw, intense passion.
"Ow... nghh... wait... it... hurts—nhghh," Eun-jae moaned, his voice a pained, desperate cry as he felt Caesar's cock hit a spot within him that sent a mix of pleasure and discomfort crashing through his body. "Too much, too deep," he gasped, his body tensing as he tried to push Caesar away, to slow the pace, but the alpha was unyielding, his body moving with a force that left Eun-jae breathless and trembling.
Caesar, sensing Eun-jae's discomfort, released a wave of his pheromones, the scent filling the room, mingling with Eun-jae's own, creating an intoxicating, heady aroma that left them both dizzy and desperate. The room was thick with the scent of their passion, their desire, their need for each other, the air almost visibly shimmering with the intensity of it all.
The night had dragged on with no end in sight—a haze of moans, sweat, and reckless abandon stretching into the early light of dawn. Neither of them had kept count of how many times Eun-jae had come or how many times Caesar had taken him. The only certainty was the exhaustion that clung to their bones, like gravity had doubled just for them.
Eun-jae lay limp across the bare mattress, his body completely wrecked—slick with cum, bite marks, and faint bruises blooming across his thighs, hips, and neck. His breathing was shallow, lips slightly parted, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. He had long since passed out, his body too overstimulated, too overwhelmed, too utterly spent to stay conscious.
The room was a battlefield.
Pillows had been kicked to the floor, sheets crumpled and thrown aside like discarded wrappers. The air was thick, humid, practically dripping with the scent of sex and potent omega mixed with Caesar's pheromones. The mattress groaned under the weight of what had transpired, and the floor was littered with the evidence—condoms, towels, a knocked-over glass of water, and clothing that no longer smelled like fabric but of heat and skin and obsession.
Caesar stood at the edge of it all, his tall frame catching the morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains. He was a mess himself—his body streaked with scratches, his jaw marked by Eun-jae's teeth, his abdomen glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. And yet… he looked satisfied, his chest rising and falling with calm, controlled breaths, like a man who had conquered something he didn't quite know he'd been chasing.
He let out a soft chuckle, low and almost affectionate, as his eyes trailed over the room—the wreckage they'd made. It looked like a war zone designed by lust. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and sighed, half amused, half proud.
"God, you really are something else," he muttered, his gaze falling on Eun-jae's sleeping form.
Without another word, Caesar moved toward the bathroom. He filled a ceramic bowl with warm water, grabbed a clean towel, and returned to the bed. He knelt beside Eun-jae, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.
He worked slowly, methodically.
Dipping the towel into the warm water, he wrung it out and gently pressed it to Eun-jae's stomach first, wiping away the thick streaks of cum that had dried across his skin. Then his chest. His thighs. The insides of his knees. His soft, vulnerable parts that had taken the brunt of Caesar's hunger.
Eun-jae didn't stir—his body far too gone, too deep in the fog of exhaustion. His mouth twitched slightly when the cloth passed over a sensitive spot, but otherwise, he was dead to the world.
Caesar was oddly quiet, his movements tender in a way that contradicted everything that had come before. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, lips parted like he was lost in thought. There was something reverent in how he cleaned Eun-jae, like he was handling something sacred.
As he ran the cloth down Eun-jae's calves, he paused to trace a finger over the fading bruises forming along his hips. "You're going to be sore for days," he murmured under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Serves you right for moaning like that. Like you didn't want it to stop."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Eun-jae's thigh—gentle, almost apologetic.
After cleaning Eun-jae thoroughly, he pulled a clean blanket from the wardrobe and carefully draped it over the omega's cooling body. Then, finally, Caesar turned to the room. He picked up discarded towels, swept the ruined sheets into a pile, and threw the condoms into the trash. He opened a window, letting the breeze carry away some of the heavy scent of their night.
The sun had begun to rise properly now, casting golden light across the room, painting it in warmth despite the chaos. Caesar stood there for a moment, hand resting on the windowsill, watching the way the light hit Eun-jae's sleeping face.
Something tightened in his chest.
Possessive. Proud. A little dangerous.
But most of all—completely and utterly captivated.
Eun-jae jolted upright in bed, his heart racing. The silken sheets tangled around his legs felt too warm, too suffocating. His entire body felt wrong — heavy, aching, flushed. His head was a blur of fog and heat, and when he looked down—
He was naked.
"What the—?!"
Panic surged in his chest as he scrambled to get up, nearly toppling over from the weakness in his limbs. Just as his knees buckled, a pair of strong, familiar arms caught him with infuriating ease.
"If I were you," Caesar said smoothly, holding him steady like it was nothing, "I wouldn't do that."
Eun-jae shoved him hard, but it was like pushing against a stone wall. "Why the hell am I naked?! What did you do to me?!"
Caesar just tilted his head, his expression unreadable, but his tone was cool and composed — too composed. "You really don't remember?"
Then it hit him.
Like a wave crashing through his skull — flashes, broken images, sounds, sensations. The unbearable heat, the burning under his skin, the aching need, the way his body had moved without permission — dragging him to Caesar like a magnet. His voice. Caesar's touch. The way he'd begged—
Eun-jae's entire face flushed a deep, humiliating red.
His lips parted, breath catching.
"Looks like you remember now," Caesar said with a faint smirk, folding his arms as if this was just some casual morning-after conversation. "Your heat cycle hit you hard. You came here yourself, kitten. I didn't force you. Not this time."
Eun-jae shook his head in disbelief, voice barely above a whisper. "I... I came here myself?"
"Yes." Caesar's tone was casual — too casual. He leaned against the edge of the dresser like they were talking about the weather. "Maybe you've forgotten, but you're my omega. And omegas are naturally drawn to their alphas when the time comes. It's biology, darling."
"No," Eun-jae said, shaking his head faster, his voice rising with panic and rage. "No, no, Caesar. I'm not your omega. I never asked to be this! This—" He pointed at his body, trembling. "This isn't me. You did this. You made me into something I never wanted. I was a beta. I was fine being a beta!"
Caesar's smile was tight, eyes glinting like glass. "And look how much better you are now."
"Better?" Eun-jae let out a bitter, broken laugh. "You call this better? You assaulted me. Drugged me. Kidnapped me. You changed my biology like it was some experiment — like I was some toy you could reprogram just to fit your twisted fantasy!"
He began pacing, pulling on the silk robe tossed across a nearby chair, voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.
"You brought me to this island — this gilded prison in the middle of nowhere, with no way to escape, no one to talk to, no contact with the outside world. And then you pretend like this is some kind of romantic getaway. It's not. It's not luxury. It's not paradise. It's hell dressed in designer sheets and security cameras."
Eun-jae stopped and turned toward him, his eyes shining with tears that refused to fall, fists clenched.
"Let me ask you something, Caesar. What do you actually want from me?"
Caesar blinked.
Eun-jae stepped closer, raw and trembling. "Because I'm tired. So damn tired. I wake up every day feeling like I'm going insane. I'm not even sure who I am anymore. I miss home. I miss the real world. I miss my life before you ruined it."
His voice cracked as he finally choked out the next words.
"I just wanted to make one phone call. One. To the only person I've ever really loved. My mom. But you said no. You said I couldn't even do that. Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you holding me like I'm some broken thing you can't let go of?"
Caesar didn't answer.
Eun-jae's eyes brimmed with tears again, his voice now a mix of fury and heartbreak. "How can you be so damn cruel, Caesar? Don't you even have a heart? Or did you trade that in too when you became whatever this... monster is?"
There was silence. Cold. Deafening.
Caesar looked down at him.
And for a brief moment, something flickered behind those icy eyes — not guilt, not regret, but something darker. Possession. Hunger. A twisted kind of love that scorched instead of warmed.
He stepped forward slowly, brushing a thumb across Eun-jae's jaw.
"You ask why I won't let you go," he said softly. "It's because no one else gets to have you. Not the world. Not your mother. Not even you. You're mine, Eun-jae. Mine to change, mine to break, mine to keep."
Eun-jae flinched but didn't back away. He stared straight into Caesar's eyes, voice shaking but firm.
"Then you don't love me. You never did."
Caesar's smile faltered. Just slightly. But his grip on Eun-jae's chin tightened.
"I never said I was capable of love, kitten. But obsession?" His voice dropped an octave. "That I do very well."
Eun-jae stood frozen in place, shoulders trembling. The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, only broken by the shallow rise and fall of his breath. He stared at the floor, eyes burning, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His nails dug into his palms like he was trying to anchor himself — trying to feel anything real in this surreal hell Caesar had trapped him in.
He let out a ragged sigh.
But it wasn't relief. It was surrender — the kind that came when you'd fought too long and still couldn't break free. His lips curled into a weak smile, and suddenly, a sound slipped from him — a low, bitter chuckle.
Then the first tear fell.
And another.
And then, like a dam breaking, they just wouldn't stop.
Eun-jae laughed as the tears streamed down his face, the sound teetering between hysteria and heartbreak. "You happy?" he spat, his voice shaking as he turned his wet face toward Caesar. "You happy now?"
There was a twisted glimmer in Caesar's eyes — faint, but there. Something that was almost... satisfied. The way a predator looked when its prey finally collapsed. And yet, he approached with faux gentleness, like he wore a mask of concern.
Caesar reached out slowly, his fingers brushing against Eun-jae's cheek as if to wipe away a tear, then leaned in until their foreheads were nearly touching — mock affection radiating from him like poisoned silk. His touch was warm, careful, as if he truly cared.
But Eun-jae recoiled, his breath hitching — then, with no warning, he slapped Caesar's hand away.
The sound cracked through the air like thunder.
SLAP.
"DON'T TOUCH ME, BASTARD!" Eun-jae screamed, voice low and venom-laced, like he'd reached the very edge of sanity and found only fire waiting. "You don't get to touch me like you give a damn. You don't get to act like this is love!"
Caesar's expression barely flickered. He stood there, hand still hanging midair, and let the sting of rejection sink in. Then, slowly, he lowered it, watching Eun-jae with the eerie calm of a man who thrived off broken things.
Eun-jae's breathing grew shallow, eyes wild. "Do you have any idea how much I despise you?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper now, trembling and raw. "I despise you so much it hurts. It's a sickness. I feel it in my bones, in my blood, in my skin when you walk into the room. I hate you so much it's killing me."
He wiped his own tears, shaky fingers brushing over his cheeks with more violence than care.
Caesar tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a piece of art that just became more beautiful the more damaged it got.
"You look stunning when you cry, you know that?" he murmured, voice smooth as velvet, but with something corrosive underneath — like acid hiding in honey. "Every time you break, you become more honest. More mine."
Eun-jae recoiled again, eyes wide, voice hoarse. "You're sick. You're insane."
"Maybe," Caesar whispered, stepping closer, "but you were the first person to make me feel anything. That has to count for something."
"It doesn't," Eun-jae hissed. "It doesn't count for anything. Because your feelings? They're not love. They're obsession. Control. You want to own me like one of your antique toys — keep me locked in your little golden cage so you can look at me, hurt me, love me on your own sick terms."
He turned, walking toward the window, trembling with rage. "You don't love me. You love the version of me that screams. The one that cries. The one that's on their knees. That's the version you keep trying to carve out of me like I'm some fucking marble statue."
Behind him, Caesar's voice was soft, but lethal.
"And yet... you came to me in your heat. You needed me."
Eun-jae whipped around, fury blazing in his eyes. "I didn't come to you. You drugged me. You set me up. You made me need you. That wasn't me, Caesar — that was your chemicals, your manipulation, your sick little plan."
A tense pause followed.
Then Eun-jae's voice cracked again, quieter this time — not weaker, but more honest.
"I want my life back," he whispered. "I want my name back. I want my mom. I want someone who loves me without locking me in a mansion on a fucking island."
Caesar said nothing at first.
Then he took one step forward, calm and predatory.
"You'll never get that again," he said, voice ice-cold. "Because no one will love you like I do. No one will obsess over you like I do. And no one — no one — will ever understand you like I already do."
He leaned closer, lowering his voice.
"I broke you on purpose, Eun-jae. Because I knew the real you was buried underneath all that fake strength. I wanted this. And now," he smiled, "you're right where I want you."
Eun-jae couldn't take it anymore.