The tension in the car is suffocating, a thick, oppressive weight that presses down on my chest. It isn’t just any tension—it’s charged, electric, coiling through the air and wrapping around us like an invisible cord pulling tighter with every passing second.The car glides down a nearly deserted street, its headlights casting pale beams that carve through the inky darkness. Streetlights flicker as we pass, their amber glow reflecting faintly on the damp pavement, a reminder of the rain that had fallen earlier. The faint smell of wet asphalt seeps into the car, mingling with the subtle tang of Kassian’s cologne.Outside, the world feels quiet, almost eerie in its stillness. A stray leaf flutters across the windshield, carried by a light breeze that ripples through the trees lining the road. The occasional hum of another car passing by only serves to highlight the silence between us, thick and unyielding. It’s as though the entire world has faded into the background, leaving only the t
The moment the car slows to a stop, my breath catches. My eyes widen as the view outside unfolds before me. The glow of the moon reflects off the restless waves, painting the surface of the sea in a silver shimmer. The sand stretches out endlessly, soft and pale under the faint light, and the salty tang of the ocean wafts into the car through the cracked window, sharp and clean.“A beach!” I exclaim, my voice ringing out as I press my face against the cool glass. My breath fogs the window slightly, but I can’t tear my gaze away. “You brought me to a beach!” The words escape in a giddy shout, filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy.I glance at Kassian, who shifts in his seat, his hands flexing against the steering wheel. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like our date to be in public,” he starts, his tone measured. “Given… our image. And I wasn’t sure what you’d like…”But then he trails off, his expression freezing for a moment. I notice the way his posture stiffens, the way his eyes flicke
The soft glow of the moon washes over us, casting silvery reflections across the gentle ripples of the river. The rhythmic sound of water lapping at the shore blends with the faint rustling of leaves in the cool evening breeze. The air smells faintly of damp earth, salt, and the lingering aroma of the food we’ve been picking at for the past hour.Kassian sits across from me on the thick blanket he’s spread out, leaning back on his hands with a relaxed posture that doesn’t quite match the tension in his shoulders. His voice is low and smooth, but there’s an edge of frustration in it as he recounts his day.“So, I had to go to this company to get some contracts signed,” he says, his tone sharp, “and the wife of the guy I was supposed to meet wouldn’t stop trying to… ugh, I don’t know—seduce me or something. She was ridiculous. Kept batting her eyelashes like she thought that’d do something.”I glance at him from where I’m sitting, cross-legged with my plate in my lap. My fingers idly to
The soft rustling of leaves blends with the gentle lap of the river against the shore, creating a soothing backdrop to the surreal moment unfolding around me. The night air feels cooler now, brushing against my skin with a teasing chill that stands in sharp contrast to the heat pooling low in my stomach.“Kassian, you were telling me about your high school?” I prompt softly, hoping to draw him back to our conversation and ease the tension between us.He hums a reply, low and distracted, like someone lost in thought—or something far deeper.The sound unsettles me, yet it pulls me closer, as if I’m teetering on the edge of something unknown.When he doesn’t elaborate, I exhale a quiet sigh and turn my attention to the dishes scattered between us. The faint scent of grilled shrimp and tangy marinade lingers in the air, mingling with the salty freshness of the river breeze. I focus on gathering the plates and utensils, the familiar motion grounding me.But nothing about this moment stays
I force my trembling legs to push me upright, the unsteady motion making my body wobble like a fawn taking its first steps. My knees threaten to buckle beneath me, still weak and shaking from whatever just happened. My breaths come shallow and uneven, the burning sensation in my chest making it hard to think straight.The night air presses against my flushed skin, sharp and biting, a cruel contrast to the overwhelming heat that refuses to leave me. The faint scent of damp earth and saltwater lingers, mingling with the metallic tang of rage rising in my throat.I stagger backward, almost stumbling, but manage to catch myself. My body feels wrong—lightheaded, unmoored, like all the strength has been sapped from my limbs. Whatever Kassian just did to me, it’s toxic. Too overwhelming. Too consuming. And he’d barely started.A violent shudder rolls through me, and tears prick my eyes. They burn, hot and unrelenting, pooling against my lashes but refusing to fall. Rage shakes me to my core,
Kassian steps forward, his towering frame cutting through the moonlight like a shadow. The sound of the waves grows louder, crashing rhythmically against the shore, as if echoing my racing heartbeat. The air is cool but charged, carrying the faint tang of salt and damp earth, the kind of crispness that always feels heavier at night.Before I can process what he’s about to do, he bends down swiftly and sweeps me off my feet.A startled scream bursts from my lips as Kassian effortlessly sweeps me off my feet. My hands fly to his neck, holding tightly for support, and fingertips brush against the scruff of his skin, rough yet warm, and my nails press lightly into his neck as my heart pounds against my ribcage.His jaw tightens briefly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he shifts his gaze back to the path ahead. The motion is so quick I almost miss it, but for a moment, it looks like regret—like he’s fighting something within himself, something he’s not rea
“I started painting when I was four,” I say softly, my voice barely rising above the whisper of the wind rustling through the trees around us. The air is cool and carries the faint tang of salt and damp earth, mingling with the lingering scent of the sea.Kassian’s strides are steady as he carries me away from the shoreline, the soft crunch of sand beneath his boots marking each deliberate step. The rhythmic sound mingles with the distant murmur of waves, now quieter, as if retreating into the background.“According to my brother,” I continue, glancing up at him, “I was obsessed with colors. It was the only way they could ever get me to shut up. By the time I turned four, I started painting. Despite everything they did to stop me, I kept going. I just… loved the way colors come together, like there’s some kind of mystery behind it…” My voice trails off as I lose myself in the memory.The faint light from the car’s interior spills into the darkness as we approach, illuminating the surr
A week has passed since my date with Kassian, and the grueling days on set have left me physically drained but no closer to peace of mind. Today, with some rare free time, I find myself craving an escape. At first, I thought staying at home would help, but the silence of my sprawling mansion feels oppressive, magnifying the whirlwind of thoughts I can’t seem to escape.Since the date, Kassian hasn’t called or texted. Neither have I. My pride refuses to let me reach out first. If he isn’t going to make the effort, why should I? I won’t chase someone who swings between being the embodiment of warmth and charm one moment and an aloof, impenetrable fortress the next.My chest tightens, frustration mingling with an ache I can’t shake. Why do I let myself endure this emotional tug-of-war? I like him. Maybe I even love him. Or maybe it’s just infatuation, a desperate yearning to resolve feelings that never fully bloomed.Or, worse, what if it’s something else entirely? What if my connection
The message stares back at me, the image burning into my eyes—a picture of myself, almost completely naked, clad in nothing but my panties. Below it, the words: We should meet up again, sugar baby.My hands tremble as I clutch the phone, and a cold sweat breaks across my skin. That pet name—sugar baby—slams into me like a freight train. My stomach twists violently. I know who sent this. One of them is back. One of the older men I swore I’d left behind, forgotten, erased. It isn’t just a message; it’s a threat.The air feels suffocating, thick and heavy. My mind churns with fragmented memories of my past—the choices I made, the things I did, the way I used to laugh about it all, brushing it off as fun, as easy money. The faces of men, much older than me, flash in my mind—predatory smiles, the way their hands lingered too long. I always thought it didn’t matter, that it wouldn’t follow me. But now, it’s back. And it’s here to destroy me.My legs feel weak as I stumble to the bed, collap
I sway my hips in time with the soft rhythm of my humming as I sort through the pile of clothes scattered across my bed. My fingers skim over fabrics, from silks to cottons, as I try to pick the perfect outfit for tonight. A grin tugs at my lips as I imagine Kassian’s face when he sees me. This is our first official date as a couple, and the butterflies in my stomach haven’t stopped fluttering all day.The past few days have been nothing short of bliss. I never realized how wonderful it could feel to be with someone you genuinely care about—someone who reciprocates those feelings in their own unique way. Kassian’s not the kind of man who showers me with flowery compliments or over-the-top romantic or flirty gestures, but there’s something so steady, so real, about the way he cares. He checks in on me constantly, making sure I’ve eaten or that I’m safe, even if it’s just a quick text.He’s awkward sometimes—cold, even—but that bluntness is something I’ve grown to love. It’s honest. Gen
The wind whispers through the forest, weaving through the towering trees like an ancient song. It carries with it the cool scent of earth, damp wood, and faintly sweet blooms from unseen wildflowers. Above, the sky is a vast, endless canvas of deep indigo, littered with stars that twinkle like scattered diamonds. The moon, full and radiant, bathes the forest in a luminous silver glow, its light shimmering on the canopy of leaves and illuminating the houses nestled within the great, thick trunks of the trees.Each house glows faintly where the moonlight touches the magic stones embedded in their doors, casting soft hues of blue, purple, and green into the night. The stones pulse gently, like steady heartbeats, their magic mingling with the serenity of the night.At the heart of the forest, the moon shines brightest upon the grandest of structures—a castle, carved into the largest tree of them all. The natural architecture is breathtaking, its design seamless and organic, as though the
I look at him, wide-eyed, but his eyes are still closed. “You shouldn’t feel up a man if you’re not ready for the consequences,” he teases, his voice a little rougher than usual.Mortified but not about to let him have the upper hand, I retort, lifting my chin and trying to sound confident despite the heat rushing to my face. “A man can’t lay so vulnerably next to a beast and not expect to get pounced on.”His eyes flutter open then, and my breath catches. The sunlight pouring through the window catches in his amethyst eyes, making them shimmer and swirl like living gems. They’re brighter than I’ve ever seen them, almost glowing, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.He smiles, a lazy, playful grin that makes my heart skip a beat. “So, you think you’re a beast, huh?”Without missing a beat, I smirk back, wiping at my mouth in an exaggerated gesture. “A starving beast,” I say, letting my voice drop dramatically as I eye him like prey. “And you look way too delicious not to take a
I lie there stiffly, my body frozen, my mind racing as I try to make sense of the situation. My breathing is shallow, each exhale barely audible over the pounding of my heart, which feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. My senses are on overdrive—every nerve on edge, every sound amplified, every breath between us like a weight pressing down on me. I’m hyperaware of him beside me, his warmth radiating through the thin layer of space that separates us, his scent filling the air.I tell myself to calm down, to slow my racing thoughts and stop my panicked heart from thundering in my ears. Slowly, I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, each breath slightly more controlled than the last. It helps, just a little.When my head feels a little clearer, I force myself to focus. My gaze drifts down, taking stock of myself. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize I’m in nothing but my underwear. I’m not completely naked—thank God—but that doesn’t make me feel much bett
The meadow stretches endlessly before me, a vast sea of wildflowers swaying with the gentle rhythm of the wind. I’m sitting on a small rise, my knees pulled tightly to my chest, arms wrapped around them, as if anchoring myself to the serenity of this place. The sun bathes my skin in warmth, its golden light soft and soothing, while the breeze whispers through the air, rustling the flowers in waves that look like an endless, rippling ocean of color.I close my eyes and inhale deeply, letting the scents wash over me—a blend of sweetness, earthiness, and something distinctly alive. It’s intoxicating, grounding me in a way that feels like this meadow was made just for me. The soft fabric of my cream-colored dress brushes against my legs as I lower them, the georgette featherlight and almost teasing against my skin. I lean back, pressing my hands into the soft earth for support, and tilt my face to the sun. The warmth sinks deeper into me, and I let the soft hum of the breeze fill my ears,
My throat tightens painfully, guilt crashing over me like a wave. I want to say more, to fix the crack in her voice, but the words stick, heavy and immovable. I glance at her hands again, noticing how her fingers clutch the wheel just a little too tightly, her knuckles pale against the black leather.“Lynette,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Park the car first.”She doesn’t argue, doesn’t say a word. The car glides into a space near the house, the engine quieting to a low rumble before she switches it off. For a moment, neither of us moves. The air feels thick, heavy with unsaid words and emotions.Her hands fall from the wheel to her lap, and she turns her head slightly—not toward me, but toward the window. Her body is tense, her posture rigid, and the scent of her sadness—of her fear—grows stronger, filling the small space between us.My chest aches as I watch her, the sunlight catching the faint sheen of unshed tears in her ocean-green eyes. She doesn’t look at me,
I can still feel the hollow ache from that day, the way her absence echoed in my chest. She ran so far, even relocating to another country. She got a restraining order, made it clear that I was nothing but a nightmare she wanted to forget.The only mercy she gave me was her silence. She never told anyone what I was. She took my secret to her grave.But her death still haunts me.I look down, my gaze falling to my hands, trembling slightly as the weight of the past constricts in my chest. I see her face in my mind, smiling one moment, then disappearing in the flames that took her life. Fenrir’s voice breaks through the haze. “You didn’t cause that, Kassian.”“She wouldn’t have been in that country if it weren’t for me,” The thought claws its way through my mind, as the hum of the engine fills the silence. The warmth in the car feels stifling, pressing against my chest like a hand wrapped around my lungs. “If I hadn’t told her, she wouldn’t have run. She wouldn’t have been in that fire.
Her question punches through the warm stillness of the car, and I freeze, my body stiffening as the air grows unbearably heavy. My thoughts scatter, frantic and uncontrolled, as her words echo in my mind: Who’s responsible for Rowan’s death?The question is a blade, sharp and merciless, cutting through the fragile balance I’ve been clinging to since this all started. My fingers twitch, gripping my knees as if anchoring myself to the seat will somehow stop the panic clawing its way up my chest. For a moment, I can’t breathe, my lungs refusing to cooperate, and the soft hum of the engine feels deafening.I glance at her, but her eyes are fixed on the road ahead, her knuckles white against the steering wheel. The sunlight streams through the windshield, lighting up her features—the sharp line of her jaw, the way her frosty blonde hair shimmers like spun gold. Even now, with tension pulling her shoulders tight, her beauty is disarming, otherworldly. But her ocean-green eyes, anxious and g