Desire

Xevia's POV

My eyes widened as blinding light peeked out from behind the open curtains due to the breeze. Instantly I felt a severe headache, which strikes my head hard. It hurt as if a vast sledgehammer had hit it.

"What is this place?" I wondered to myself, I've never been to this place before. This isn't Xander's house. At least it's not a mansion with lots of glass windows.

I looked around and realized I was alone in a vast room dominated by monochrome colors.

The owner of this room was a mysterious person, predominantly black, with only a few white ornaments. Slowly my memories returned, and I sighed; again, he saved me, even after I betrayed his trust by running away and going to Alarick's wedding in secret.

The masculine perfume still lingered, and I could still smell it.

This scent, somehow, gave me comfort.

I slowly exited the bed with a slight stagger while walking towards the half-open white-curtained window due to the strong wind outside.

As I passed by the large mirror