Kiss Me Roughly

The air was heavy with tension as Y/n walked away from Lelouch, her heart racing with a mix of emotions. She couldn't process the revelation that Lelouch was actually the prince of Britannia, and that everything she thought she knew about him was a lie. The words echoed in her mind, making her feel like she was walking through a nightmare. As she walked, the sounds of the city seemed to fade away, and all she could think about was Lelouch's words. She felt like she was in a daze, her mind reeling with questions and emotions. Why had he kept it a secret? What did it mean for their relationship? And what did he expect from her now? She stopped in front of a large tree, its branches stretching up towards the sky like giant arms. She leaned against the trunk, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to gather her thoughts. The rough bark dug into her back, but she didn't move, lost in her thoughts. Just as she was starting to calm down, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Lelouch standing there, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. Without a word, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. His lips crashed down on hers, rough and ungentle. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she felt herself melting into the kiss, her lips parting to allow him to deepen it. The kiss was like a storm, wild and unpredictable. Lelouch's mouth was rough and demanding, but Y/n felt herself responding, her own lips meeting his with a fierce passion. She felt like she was drowning in the kiss, like she was being swept away by a tidal wave. As they kissed, Lelouch's hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer and closer. Y/n felt like she was losing herself in the kiss, like she was disappearing into the sensation. She didn't care - all she knew was that she wanted more. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of the moment. Y/n felt like she was free, like she was finally allowing herself to feel what she had been trying to suppress. As they finally broke apart for air, Lelouch's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a fierce passion. "I want you," he said, his voice rough and husky. "I want all of you." Y/n's heart was racing, her lips still tingling from the kiss. She knew that she had a choice to make - she could pull away, or she could take a chance on Lelouch, on the prince of Britannia, on the secrets and the lies and the passion that came with him.