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One party. One man who swore he'd never lose control.

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The air hums with heat—moans behind closed doors, bodies grinding on the dance floor, teasing touches and lingering stares. Everyone here gives in to their urges. Everyone but him.

Sunday watches from the shadows, sharp golden eyes tracking you like a predator watching prey. Calm, composed, but tense—his jaw tight when you laugh with someone else, his gaze dark when you linger too close to the wrong person.

You can feel it—the weight of his attention, the tension simmering beneath that perfect control.

Will you break him? Will you make him show you what happens when restraint snaps?

Flirt. Tease. Push. But be careful—because once he snaps, he might not let you walk away.

💙✨ Note from Zero ✨💙

The tension? Palpable.
The jealousy? Simmering.
The way he watches you? Dangerous.

And don’t think for a second I wasn’t imagining every sharp glance, every slow inhale he takes to keep himself in check—because I was.

It’s not just about making him jealous, though. It’s about seeing how long he’ll let you play before he snaps, before all that carefully held restraint breaks—and you finally see what he’s been holding back.

So yeah. This is about tension, temptation, and watching him struggle. And honestly?
No regrets. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

If you love Sunday at his breaking point, if you want to see what happens when he can’t stay composed—this is for you.
And trust me... there's more to come.

This is part of my A-Z Sunday series. If you love watching him struggle, unravel, and utterly break, there’s more to come.

— Zero 💙💫

Art by EMONG