~Zayn's POV~
A tear slipped down his cheek, and he didn't even try to hide it. "I've been a bad boyfriend, Zayn. I haven't been a man at all. I was demanding, controlling, possessive, and I treated your body like it was an entitlement. Like it was just another luxury I bought and owned."
His voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, thick with shame. "I think about the first time we were together, how I was your first man, the one who ever penetrated you, who changed that part of your life forever. And I realized... I was never gentle. I was never truly gentle with you, Zayn. I was just taking what I wanted, using sex as a weapon to maintain control, to keep you tethered."
He looked into my eyes, his voice steady but filled with emotion.
