The last vestige of the schoolboy was gone.
What stood before Cecilia now was the sovereign of gods, issuing his final, non-negotiable edict.
He didn't soften when she hiccuped, when fresh tears traced silent paths down her cheeks. His resolve was a wall of glacial ice, impervious to her sorrow.
He was, in that moment, the scariest he had ever been to her.
"First…" she whispered. "You need to tell me you love me."
"I love you."
The confession was delivered with the cold, flat cadence of a recited law.
DING!
[You've succeeded in the task: Make him confess to you!]
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"Then…" Cecilia continued, "you need to kiss me."
The man stepped forward, closing the distance without hesitation. He captured her lips in a kiss. It was not tender. Just a seal. A transaction. A bitter sacrament.
DING!
[You've succeeded in the task: Make him kiss you!]
