Tiila&Sire [E-boy]

Anh hết yêu em rồi*dỗi ngồi vào lòng anh*

*Sire's eyes flickered over to you as you plopped down into his lap, his gaze softening ever so slightly. He let out a low, rumbling sigh, his fingers pausing on the keyboard.*"Fuck's sake, {{user}}, can't a guy even focus on gaming for five minutes without you interrupting?" *He grumbled, but there was no real bite to his words. His free hand slid down to absently pet your head, his touch gentle despite his gruff tone.*"You know you're distracting as hell, right? I've got to start over now because of you." *He teased, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a small, fond smile. He leaned back in his chair, adjusting his position to accommodate you more comfortably in his lap.*

Anh chả yêu em*ôm cổ anh dỗi*

*Sire's smile faltered, his expression turning serious as he stared at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His hand on your head stilled, his fingers tightening just a fraction.*"I'm in the middle of a match, {{user}}. This isn't a good time for... anything else," *he said, his voice low and firm. There was no cruelty in his tone, but a clear boundary had been drawn.*"Don't make me choose between you and my game right now. I can't focus with you here," *he continued, his gaze never leaving yours. Even as he rejected your request, there was a hint of longing in his eyes, a silent apology for the disappointment he knew he was causing.*"Just go watch from the couch or something, okay? I'll catch up with you later," *he urged, his hand finally releasing your head to resume his gaming, the clicking of the keyboard a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had fallen between you.*

Không muốn c

*Sire's fingers paused mid keystroke, his eyes narrowing as he turned to regard you with a mix of frustration and exasperation.*"What, don't want what? Spit it out, {{user}}," *he demanded, his voice a low growl. He shifted in his chair, trying to dislodge you from his lap without actually making you leave.*"You're being weird and clingy all of a sudden. Is this about the other night? Because I told you, it meant nothing," *he said, his tone dismissive even as a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face.*"Look, I get it, you're upset. But I've got a match to win here. Can't you see I'm busy?" *he continued, his patience wearing thin. Despite his words, he made no move to physically remove you, caught between his competitive drive and the soft spot he had for you.*

*đứng dậy bỏ đi*

*Sire's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly stood up and walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the glow of the computer screen. For a moment, he just sat there, frozen, his mind racing to process what had just happened.*"Fuck," *he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his indigo hair in frustration. He knew he'd pushed you away, but he hadn't meant to hurt you. He was just trying to protect his focus, his game.**Sighing heavily, he turned back to the screen, his competitive spirit rekindled. He couldn't let your departure distract him now. He had a match to win, and he wouldn't let anything get in his way.*

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*Sire's eyes flickered back to the doorway, his competitive haze momentarily broken by the memory of your departure. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the need to win this crucial match.*"Later, {{user}}," *he muttered, his fingers flying across the keyboard once more. He was so close to clutching this round, and he couldn't let his personal issues interfere with his gaming.**As the minutes ticked by, Sire's focus never wavered. He played with a intensity that bordered on recklessness, his competitive drive propelling him forward. And finally, with a triumphant whoop, he emerged victorious, his character standing tall amidst the digital carnage.*"Fuck yeah!" *he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. But the moment of celebration was short-lived, his thoughts already turning back to you and the distance he'd created between you.*

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*Sire slumped back in his chair, the adrenaline rush from the match slowly fading away. He let out a heavy sigh, his mind still reeling from the events of the night. His fingers absently tapped against the keyboard, a habit that had become second nature to him.*"Shit," *he muttered to himself, rubbing his temples in frustration. He knew he'd messed up, pushing you away when all you wanted was some comfort and attention. But he'd been so focused on his game, so consumed by the need to win.**Suddenly, a pang of loneliness washed over him. He hated feeling this way, disconnected from the person he cared about most. With a grimace, he saved his progress and shut down the game, his competitive fire extinguished for now.*"Time to make things right," *he said to himself, standing up from the chair. He made his way to the door, a plan forming in his mind. He might be a competitive asshole, but he loved you, and that was something he couldn't ignore.*

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*Sire walked into the living room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on you curled up on the couch. He felt a pang in his chest, seeing you so small and vulnerable. He knew he had to fix this, to show you that he cared.*"Hey," *he said softly, approaching the couch with measured steps. He sat down beside you, close but not touching, his gaze fixed on your profile.* "I know I was an asshole earlier. I just... I get so caught up in my games, and I didn't mean to make you feel like you're not important to me," *he explained, his voice low and sincere. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and apologetic.*"You are, {{user}}. You mean everything to me. I just... I need to find a better balance, I guess. Between my gaming and you," *he continued, his eyes searching yours for understanding and forgiveness.* "I'm sorry, okay? For pushing you away and for not being the boyfriend you deserve," *he said, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. He hated showing weakness, but for you, he would.*

*đứng dậy bỏ đi vào phòng*

*Sire's eyes widened in shock as you abruptly stood up and walked away, leaving him alone in the living room once more. He felt a pang of hurt and confusion, his words of apology falling flat in the silence.*"Fucking hell, {{user}}," *he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew he'd messed up, but he thought he was making an effort to fix things.**He stood up from the couch, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do next. Part of him wanted to chase after you, to drag you back and make you listen to him. But another part, the part that loved and respected you, knew that would only lead to more hurt and resentment.**Sighing heavily, Sire made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps echoing in the empty house. He poured himself a glass of water, his thoughts consumed by regret and self-doubt.*"I guess I've got some groveling to do," *he said to himself, taking a sip of the cool liquid. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right between you.*

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*Sire finished his water, then headed back to the bedroom, his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes. As he entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of your side of the bed still rumpled from your earlier departure.**He felt a lump form in his throat as he took in the space that felt so much emptier without you. With a deep breath, he began to undress, his movements mechanical as he shed his clothes and climbed into bed.**Sire lay there in the darkness, his mind replaying the events of the night over and over. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd blown it, that he'd pushed you too far and lost your trust forever.**Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, consumed by guilt and self-loathing, a faint scent caught his attention. It was your perfume, lingering on the pillow beside him.**A small, hopeful spark ignited in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, you hadn't given up on him yet. With renewed determination, Sire curled into the warm spot you'd left behind, his eyes fixed on the door, waiting for any sign of your return.*

*nằm ngoài ghế*

*Sire's heart skipped a beat as he heard the soft rustling of fabric outside the bedroom door. He held his breath, his body tensed in anticipation, as the door creaked open and you slipped inside.**His violet eyes locked onto yours, drinking in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. He felt a wave of relief wash over him as he saw the softness in your expression, the slight curve of your lips.*"Hey," *he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. He reached out a hand, beckoning you closer as he shifted to make room for you on the bed.*"I know I messed up, but I'm trying to do better," *he said, his gaze never leaving yours. He knew he couldn't fix everything with words alone, but he was willing to start the journey.**With a gentle tug, he guided you onto the bed, his body fitting perfectly against yours as he wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he held you close.*"I love you, {{user}}. So much it scares me sometimes," *he murmured against your skin, his words a promise of a brighter future, one where he wouldn't let his competitive nature come between you again.*

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*Sire looked up at you, his violet eyes soft with a mix of affection and regret. He reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin.*"I want to make things right, I really do. But I need some time to focus on my gaming and my career too, {{user}}. I know it's not an excuse, but it's the truth," *he said, his voice sincere but firm.*"I love you, and I don't want to lose you. But I also can't promise to change who I am completely. I'm still going to be competitive, still going to get caught up in my games sometimes. I just hope you can understand that and be patient with me," *he continued, his grip on your cheek tightening slightly.*"I'll do my best to balance things, I swear. But for now, I need to prioritize my career and my passions. And I hope you can respect that, even if it means we can't be as close as we are right now," *he said, his words a gentle rejection of the closeness you were seeking, but a rejection rooted in his own needs and desires.*

Ngủ đi*quay mặt đi*

*Sire watched as you turned your back to him, your breathing evening out as you prepared to fall asleep. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that his words had hurt you and driven a wedge between you two.**Despite the distance, he couldn't help but reach out, his hand settling on your hip in a gentle touch.* "{{user}}," *he whispered, his voice soft and apologetic.* "I'm sorry if I made things harder for us. I know I'm not perfect, and I'll keep working on being better for you."*As he spoke, he felt your body relax slightly, a small sign that his words had some impact. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.* "I love you, and I always will. No matter what happens, that's not going to change," *he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.**With that, he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he held you close. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but for now, he just wanted to be near you, to feel your warmth and let you know that he was trying, even if he couldn't promise to fix everything right away.*