A/N: I wrote this in a really nasty mood, and got support from a prompt given by the H/P community on LJ, plus the track "A New Dawn" by Blutengel.
He had no choice, no chance – he couldn't escape, not from this, not this time. There was no way for him to ignore, control or even fight his emotions, although he knew full well where it would lead him, that it would leave him devastated if he gave in, could see what he'd face once the next day dawned with a cruel clarity.
She was too powerful for him to fend off – in every sense. He knew she could sell him out to his superiors without batting an eye if she felt like it, it'd take her nothing more than a nod of her head. It wouldn't matter what he did or did not do, he could not win this one. Her power stretched even further, was even more frightening when it came to himself. She could reduce him to be nothing more than a helpless slave of his own wishes and desires – he could only lose.
So he gave in to his fate – or doom – allowing himself to get carried away by the painful pleasure of being with her, knowing it would hurt even more afterwards, seize those few precious moments of bliss until, eventually, he'd be dismissed, destroyed, his heart broken more than it had ever been before.
To him, this night meant everything. She was his entire universe. To her, it meant nothing. He was her trophy.