Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

When Elin stepped in, the loud music hit her ears hard.

Since she’d never been to a bar before, the thick smoke made it tough to keep her eyes open.

Elin had only taken a few steps when a man with dreadlocks blocked her and said, “Little girl, are you here all by yourself?”

Elin tried to walk away, but he persisted.

“Don’t leave, little girl,” he said, scrutinizing Elin’s schoolgirl outfit, which, although out of place, highlighted her innocent beauty.

“Is this your first visit? Let me show you how to enjoy yourself,” he offered, trying to put his arm around her shoulders.

Elin started to run away, and the man with dreadlocks chased after her for a long while.

Elin hid in an empty chamber, Luckily escaping further pursuit.

She noted the room’s decoration, which reminded her of the business gathering photos Erick often sent her.

This chamber looked similar to those in Erick’s photos, and she began to check each chamber through the gaps.

Finally, in a chamber, Elin found Erick sprawled on a couch.

She rushed in and saw that his forehead was bleeding, confirming that he had indeed been involved in a fight.

Elin, with her heart racing, stepped forward and grasped Erick’s hand.

“Mr.

Foster, what’s wrong with…”

Before Elin could complete her words, Erick’s eyes flew open, revealing bloodshot, veined eyes that gave him a_ terrifying appearance, clearly altered by alcohol.

Elin recoiled in shock and softly said, “Mr.

Foster…”

Suddenly, Erick pulled Elin close, and his warm lips met hers, ki*sing her.

Elin’s eyes widened, completely unable to react.

At eighteen, she never even held a boy’s hand, let alone shared a ki*s.

Yet, despite her innocence, Elin was aware that Erick was intoxicated.

His behavior probably wasn’t all his own.

Alcohol likely played a part.

Recalling her mother’s words, Elin quickly tried to push him away, her words muffled against his mouth.

“Mr.

Foster, see me clearly…”

Erick eased his hold slightly, his frown deepening as he peered at her.

“Little Elin?”

Caught in his tight hug, Elin nodded quickly and said, “Let’s go home, Mr.

Foster.

”

Erick, not fully conscious, pinched Elin’s chin, his voice softer and less rational than usual.

“Help me…”

Those words detonated like a bomb in Elin’s mind.

This soft and gentle side of him was new to her.

Bitterly acknowledging their gap, she didn’t dare to imagine him being this tender.

Erick’s lips drew near once more, gently sucking on Elin’s soft earlobe, shifting the atmosphere in an instant.

Elin blushed, her eyes unfocused, unable to refuse.

Because it was Erick, the man she had a crush on, she felt compelled to accept whatever came next.

The following process weren’t as nice.

Erick hurriedly ki*sed Elin, entering her urgently.

He seemed off since his body was unbearably hot as if he were a piece of glowing metal.