Villain Ch 322. Heartbroken Knight
At the same time, in Sophia's apartment.
In the dimly lit apartment, Elio carefully guided a very intoxicated Sophia through the door, her giggles echoing softly in the confined space. She swayed unsteadily on her feet, her consciousness flickering like a struggling candle in the wind. Due to this reason, Elio had chosen to take her in a taxi rather than with his own motorcycle. He left his motorcycle at the club.
Despite her inebriated state, there was an enchanting allure about her, a mesmerizing charm that Elio couldn't ignore.
"Sophia, can you hear me?" Elio asked, his voice laced with concern.
Sophia's eyes struggled to focus as she turned her gaze toward him. "Elio? Oh, you're here!" she slurred, a grin spreading across her face.
"Yes, it's me," he replied with a small smile, trying to keep her steady as they made their way toward his room. "Come on, let's get you settled."
As they ventured further into her apartment, the smell of books and a hint of fresh lavender filled the air. Sophia's space was a reflection of her love for creativity, with a touch of mystery.
Sophia's legs felt like jelly, and she leaned heavily on Elio for support. He was surprisingly strong, but he handled her with a gentle touch like she was something precious and fragile. At times, she caught herself staring at him, wondering how he ended up in this magical situation.
Finally reaching her room, Elio gently lowered Sophia onto her bed, his heart heavy with concern as he observed her inebriated state. A sigh escaped his lips, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the woman he cared so deeply about.
"Why does Allen have such a hold over her?" he murmured to himself, his brow furrowing with a mix of frustration and worry. Allen held an inexplicable power over her. Elio had always admired Sophia, but whenever Allen entered the picture, she seemed to lose herself.
He leaned against the wall, his mind replaying memories of Sophia talking about Allen with starry-eyed wonder. Allen was adventurous, free-spirited, and independent. Elio couldn't deny that Allen had a certain magnetic charm, but he also couldn't help but feel that there was something unsettling about him.
"She loves him deeply," Elio mused, clenching his fists in frustration. "But does he truly deserve her love?"
Elio had always been there for Sophia, a steady presence in her life. He admired her from a distance, secretly cherishing every moment they spent together. He was her confidant, her shoulder to lean on when things got tough, yet he knew that it would be a long journey to have her heart.
"And here I am, picking up the pieces once again," Elio sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. He had seen Sophia at her best and her worst, and he couldn't bear to see her hurt.
"I wish she could see how much she deserves," Elio said, his voice tinged with a mix of longing and resignation.
Intending to say goodbye, Elio sat on the edge of the bed, gently kissing Sophia's forehead, he believed she was sound asleep, lost in the embrace of unconsciousness. But to his surprise, her eyes fluttered open, and they locked onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat.
"Sophia, you're awake," Elio whispered in a panic, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.
A soft smile played on her lips as she reached out to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. "You are here…" she murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of affection and desire.
Before he could respond, Sophia's lips met his in a kiss that sent shockwaves through his entire being. It was unexpected yet electrifying, a collision of two souls drawn together by an invisible force. Elio's mind momentarily went blank as he gave in to the intoxicating sensation, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist, pulling her even closer.
The taste of her lips was like a sweet elixir, and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, surrendering to the passion that surged between them. It was a dance of emotions, a moment of vulnerability and longing that had been brewing beneath the surface for so long.
Sophia's giggles filled the air as she stumbled around, the effects of the alcohol making her movements unsteady. Elio watched with concern as she playfully reached out, her hands wandering everywhere, unintentionally tugging at his clothes, touching his manhood. His heart thumped faster at her touch, sending shivers down his spine.
In the haze of the moment, Elio found himself caught between two emotions. On one hand, there was an undeniable attraction to Sophia, a magnetic pull that drew him closer to her. On the other hand, he knew that her actions were fueled by the alcohol coursing through her veins, and he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerable state.
Sophia's hands continued their dance, and Elio's own desires began to cloud his judgment. He found himself reciprocating her touch, his fingers tracing gentle paths along her body. It was as if an invisible thread bound them together, and for a brief moment, all other thoughts were drowned out by the intoxicating connection they shared. He even started to peel off her clothes.
But then, just as things were starting to escalate, Sophia's murmured words broke the spell. "Oh~ Allen... I love you. Give me more, Allen…" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of longing, lust, and affection.
The mention of Allen's name brought Elio back to his senses. He knew he couldn't go any further, not when her heart belonged to someone else.
With a conflicted heart, he gently took her hands in his and guided them away, his touch tender yet firm. "Sophia," he said softly, trying to steady his own breathing. "You're not yourself right now. I can't do this."
Guilt and shame washed over him like a tidal wave. He felt a deep sense of regret for almost succumbing to his desires, for allowing the intensity of the moment to cloud his judgment. Elio knew that he could never forgive himself if he had taken advantage of Sophia's vulnerable state.
As he fixed his disheveled clothes, Elio couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment in himself. He had always prided himself on being the leader who would protect and cherish others, yet in that moment, he had been so close to betraying that core value.
Leaving Sophia's apartment with a heavy heart, he felt like a shattered soul, a mosaic of broken dreams and unrequited love. The night that had started with so much promise had ended in heartache and regret.
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