Seven Sins System Chapter 529. You Could’ve Left, But You Stayed

Seven Sins System Chapter 529. You Could’ve Left, But You Stayed

Her cheeks flushed, and she pressed herself back against the wall, her earlier bravado faltering. “You’re insane,” she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

“Maybe,” I admitted with a shrug, one hand dropping from the wall to trail lightly along her arm. “But you’ve got to admit, Puriel… you make it too easy.”

She turned her face away, her blush deepening. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, here we are,” I replied smoothly, leaning in closer. “You could’ve left, but you stayed. Why?”

Her gaze snapped back to mine, her eyes narrowing again. “Because you blocked my path,” she said sharply.

“Convenient excuse,” I said, my tone dripping with amusement. “But we both know that’s not the whole truth.” She had her teleportation skill after all.

“Move,” she said once again, her voice steadier now, though the faint tremor in it betrayed her uncertainty.

I tilted my head, considering her for a moment. “If I let you go, will you keep barging into my space whenever it suits you?”

She glared at me, her defiance returning in full force. “I’ll do whatever I want. You don’t control me.”

I chuckled, the sound low and rich. “You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that. But don’t forget who you’re dealing with.”

Her breath caught as I leaned in even closer, our faces mere inches apart. “You think you can challenge me?” I murmured, my voice soft but filled with an unmistakable edge. “Prove it.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Then, with a frustrated huff, she shoved at my chest, though the force barely made me move.

“You’re infuriating,” she muttered, her glare somehow losing some of its heat.

“And you’re entertaining,” I shot back, stepping aside with a flourish. “Go ahead. Run along, if you want. But remember this, Puriel. Every time you step into my world, you’re playing by my rules.”

Her shoulders stiffened, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Without turning around, she muttered, “You’re going to regret this someday.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with an amused smirk. “I think that should be for you,” I said, my tone teasing yet edged with confidence. “You’ve fallen in love with me after all.”

Her head whipped around, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. “What?” she snapped, the flush on her cheeks betraying the outrage in her voice.

I shrugged, unbothered by her reaction. “It’s written all over you,” I said, gesturing vaguely. “The frustration, the way you can’t seem to stay away, the way you linger even when you claim you hate being around me. It’s pretty obvious.”

“Arrogant,” she muttered, her eyes narrowing as her hands fell to her sides. “That’s what you are. Completely and utterly arrogant.”

“And yet,” I replied, stepping closer, “you’re still here. You could’ve left a dozen times by now, but you haven’t. Why is that?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought she might actually answer. But instead, she turned her head sharply, activating her teleportation skill in a shimmer of light. She disappeared without another word.

I chuckled, my smile widening as I straightened. “Yeah, you can run away from me just like that,” I said aloud, my voice carrying easily in the now-empty room. “But we both know it won’t be long before you’re back. You stayed with me for a while, didn’t you?”

I walked toward the wardrobe and got dressed before I sat down on the bed, running a hand through my damp hair, my smirk softening into something more thoughtful.

“Well…” I muttered to myself, leaning back against the headboard. “This dead-end relationship isn’t so bad after all. Maybe I do need a woman who keeps me grounded.”

The thought stuck with me as I stared at the ceiling. Honestly… her fire, her stubbornness, the way she stood up to me even when she didn’t have a chance—it was surprisingly refreshing. I had to admit, I enjoyed it more than our fight in the past. Yeah, I knew there was a chance we’d cross swords again someday. If our thread of fate ever broke or just vanished somehow, I’d have to be ready for it. But for the time being, I just needed to enjoy myself playing around with her.

“But yeah… I guess I have fallen in love with her too…” I muttered under my breath, the words feeling foreign yet oddly freeing. I hated admitting it, even to myself, but lying wouldn’t make it any better.

Still, it was a complication I didn’t need right now. Puriel was more than just another piece on the board—she was a wild card, one I couldn’t fully control. And that was both thrilling and infuriating.

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “If anyone knows about this…” I murmured, my voice trailing off. “I’m so dead, am I?”

The room was silent, offering no answers, no comfort. Just the quiet echo of my own thoughts bouncing back at me. I shook my head.

“Well, whatever it is,” I said aloud, trying to inject some levity into my tone, “I’ll deal with it later. For now…” My gaze drifted to the window. “I have bigger things to worry about.”

Asmo’s birthday party was tomorrow, and that was a whole other level of chaos waiting to unfold. If I wanted to keep my wits about me, I needed rest—and maybe some mental preparation for whatever insanity that celebration would bring. Asmo never did anything by halves, and his parties were infamous for their… eccentricities.

“Tomorrow,” I said to myself. “Focus on tomorrow. Deal with everything else later.”

The words felt hollow, but they were enough to push me forward. Closing my eyes, I let everything pull me under, my thoughts of Puriel fading into the background.