While Isak was known to be charming, loving, and charismatic, very few got to see the other side to him that could be defined as manipulative and jealous. Hunter hadn’t been spared from it, having known Isak longer than most of the people in his life besides his family. When Isak fell in love with someone he allowed it to completely consume him, giving the other person a part of him that proved his undying love for them. Even now he struggled to let go, despite the hurt that filled him picturing Hunter and Nikita together. It was like a dagger to the heart and at any moment he knew he could easily break. The man behind the cool and confident exterior was unraveling at the seams. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill forth. Even as he blinked he couldn’t keep them at bay. One rolled down slowly, easily caught by the back of his hand, hopefully Hunter didn’t see it. Blinking his eyes quickly he fought against the burn, trying to focus on the words Hunter spoke.
Forcing himself to sit straighter in the lounge chair, Isak found his throat tightening at Hunter’s words. Even swallowing didn’t help loosen it. It felt like someone was gripping ahold of his throat and squeezing it tightly. He knew he shouldn’t dare to ask it, yet he found himself blurting out the question, practically choking on the words. “Are you in love with her?” He wasn’t satisfied with asking that question alone; he needed to know how deep their connection ran. Inside it was eating him alive each second he was left feeling confused and hurt over it. “You went to the coves to get away from me…to distract yourself. You did this all to hurt me, didn’t you?” It seemed too cruel that Hunter would have done it purposely to hurt him, but at this point he had to ask what his drive was in all of this.
At Hunter’s immediate change in tone, Isak’s brows furrowed as he looked at him. The words that followed only twisted the knife deeper into his chest. Another tear welled up, causing him to look away so he could push a strand of his blonde locks behind his ear while simultaneously wiping the tear away. While he never tried to parade around with Ingrid on the island, there were times that he couldn’t prevent running into Hunter. Neither he or Ingrid wanted to hurt him in any way. That much he could say without wavering. Maybe it had been wrong of him to tell Hunter that he still owned his heart. He never thought he would have walked away after learning that truth.
Seeing Hunter’s tears and being pelted by accusations and blame made Isak both broken and angered. His pride usually got the best of him, with this time being no exception. Standing up he walked right over to him and pressed a finger into his chest. “You don’t get to do that! I never told you, you couldn’t have me…it’s just not in the way we both imagined. You keep running away from me…you keep setting the blame. I tell you I still love you and my heart is yours and you flee from my sight to be with another woman!” Isak roared, finding himself shaking. Retracting his finger from his chest he turned around to momentarily pace, hoping to help cool himself off. At this rate he’d have to dive into the pool for that to happen.
Finally once the trembling subsided he turned back to Hunter with a stern look. “So jumping into bed with Nikita, then back to me, and then back to her is a cure all for this? Are you even thinking with your head, here? You and Nikita cannot be together anymore than you and I can be. It’s like you are setting yourself up for another disastrous heartbreak. Two crown royals can never be! She doesn’t deserve to get wrapped up in all of this…this, whatever it is you are trying to do,” he hissed. “Did you even allow the sheets to cool between the time you fucked her and then me?” As soon as the last words left his mouth he instantly regretted them. They were equivalent to being slapped in the face, which he wouldn’t doubt he had coming.
Ever experienced your heart being ripped apart, squeezed, and smashed into a million little pieces? Well, it was like someone pressed the slow-motion button when it felt as if someone dug their hand through his chest, gripping his heart and ripped into two before squeezing it till it burst into a million pieces. Despite his own actions and words today and the night of the bonfire, he will always...emotionally belong to Isak. There were nothing and no one that could ever change that heartbreaking fact. Not Nikita, not his future wife. His love will and his heart will always belong to Isak. Sure, he could confess the same thing to him as he had to Hunter but fuck - what would that serve right now?
“No.” He answered quickly because there was no thinking about it. He doesn’t love Nikita - he loves spending time with her and admires her but he isn’t in love with her. “No...fuck Isak, no.” He narrowed his eyes on Hunter before moving his eyes away from him. Not being able to look at him too long just for the simple fact of natural instincts would kick in to admire his fucking amazing physique and want to feel his skin against his own. “I didn’t intentionally try to do anything but try to forget about you and the fucked up pull you still fucking have on me.” He continued. Heart-wrenching for a different fact.
“How do you know Nikita?” No, Hunter doesn’t know of the relationship his past lover and newfound friend has...otherwise he would have never engaged her in such a manner. They aren’t together but hurting Isak was never something he would ever intentionally do. Ever.
Isak standing and moving over to him, he couldn’t lie and say that his body tensed. Hunter witnessed the tears falling from his eyes, and him trying to quickly cover them up - he never tried to hid his own. He felt too...defeated to try to hide the hurt from him, but at the moment when he pressed his finger to his chest - his eyes captivated him in more than just the old way of love and lust. This time in anger...pain...hell even in betrayal. Seeing that broke him and he stayed paralyzed as his eyes fixated on the back of his head. His voice turned softer but even more defeated and tired then it did before.
“That’s my point, Isak. When it comes to you and how I feel about you I don’t think. Emotion runs me and there isn’t anything I can do until it’s too damn late.” Tears were pouring out faster now, and just because he didn’t like the feeling of something warm and wet on his cheek - he wiped them away. “I ran away that night because...you still have mine too. I wanted to do more than just touch you. I ran away because of the things I would have done and not because of what you said. I still want to be with you because I am still madly in fucking love with you.” He was trying to be careful with his confessions, so, long as he was pouring out the truth...the last thing he needed him to know was that he was still holding onto the family’s ring he was on his way to propose to his set betrothal with as he was captured. Well, tried...but failed - in a way. "No, she doesn’t but we both are betrothed to other people so it isn’t like we are going to make the mistake of falling in love as we did.”
The last thing the Swedish man said off to put him. He didn’t know what to say so, at first he didn’t say anything as his teeth, fists, and body all tensed. Hunter’s heart was already hallowing pounding against his chest but now it sped up and he couldn’t see straight. Now, he didn’t care about the streams of the tears falling from his eyes fell off of his chin. Shaking his head he vaguely found his voice. “Fuck you, Isak...” His tone was low, filled with hurt and his throat felt more...scratchy. “What the hell do you actually want from me? To make me feel worse about what happened? Then congratu-fucking-lations, job well executed.” Not being able to look at him any longer, he moved to the other side of the lounge chair - back on Isak as he sat down on the edge. Trying to calm his breathing before he full out allowed his heart to scream it’s pain.
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