The vowe breaker...

"Where's J.C.?", Romea looked over Tybalt's shoulder. She could have sworn she had seen him a moment ago.

"He probably went to put out the fire", Prince of Cats replied ambiguously, seeing furtively where his cousin had disappeared. Romea, not perceiving the equivocation, shrugged and went back to partying.

Julius was already high, climbing the steps, as if he were in a trance. He knew where he will find his lust. He remembered well the route to the old bedroom from bygone years, when he was just a stupid boy. Now history has come full circle, and he did not get any wiser. Like a fly, he fell into the spider's web again.

Rosaline was waiting for him. She knew he will come. Wordlessly, she dug her fingers into his back, letting him caress her lips. His kisses fell lower and lower, just like the pieces of her clothes.

The woman fell naked on the bed sheets, and he sank his mouth into her sacred place between her thighs. He plundered her sanctuary with his tongue, tearing the curtains and desecrating devil's doorbell. Rosaline arched her spine in a fit of elation, pressing the head of the involuntary lover tighter agnist her crotch.

She let him rise higher, and ready for his manhood, welcomed him inside. United in an embrace, drowned out by the sounds from outside, they moved rhythmically, burning to each other with the same hatred as animal desire.

Julius felt a trap tightening and his own impending powerlessness. Wanting to free himself, he only experienced the tense clenching of her legs on his butt, preventing him from escaping. His male juice flowed into the Rosaline's gash.

It was over. He was defeated. She had total control over him.

He collapsed onto the bed next to the hated person. In the background he heard fireworks outside the window. Tybalt did his best to celebrate his future wedding.