THE THIEF

Azriel's eyes blazed like hot coals in the darkness as he emerged from his room, his movements deliberate and calculated, like a predator stalking its prey. Each step he took echoed through the silence, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath his feet like a lover's sigh.

As he reached the corridor, the dewy night air enveloped him, casting a misty veil over the darkness. Suddenly, a faint crackling sound echoed from behind him, like the snap of a whip. Azriel's wings, those magnificent, majestic wings, burst forth from his back, their tender flesh unfolding like a dark, velvety bloom.

The pain was a sharp, sweet sting, a familiar ache that Azriel had grown to crave. He was a creature of the night, a monster, a god. And as his wings flexed, their powerful muscles rippling beneath his skin, he felt the rush of exhilaration, the thrill of the hunt.

One final glance into the darkness, and then Azriel launched himself into the air, his wings beating the night into submission, their soft whooshing sound a sensual serenade to the shadows. He soared into the darkness, a creature of the night, free, wild, and unstoppable.

However in the dimly lit servant quarters, Sophia lay on her narrow bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as her mind whirled with restless thoughts. The soft snores of her roommate provided a soothing background hum, a reminder that she wasn't alone in the cramped room.

But Sophia's thoughts were a thousand miles away, consumed by the memories she'd tried to bury. Her aunt's cruel words still echoed in her mind, "Your use is in the house and nowhere else, friends are nothing but distractions." The woman's venomous tone had poisoned Sophia's childhood, leaving her feeling isolated and unloved.

As she drifted back to the past, Sophia's thoughts lingered on the cold, loveless environment her aunt had created. She'd gone to live with her uncle and his wife after her father's passing, expecting warmth and comfort. Instead, she'd faced a barrage of cruelty and neglect.

Sophia's aunt had made it clear that she was just a burden .Her thoughts swirled with the uncertainty of her future. She had escaped the toxic grasp of her aunt, but now she faced a new challenge: building a life from scratch. The problem was, she was just a maid, a lowly servant in the grand scheme of the kingdom.

But as she drifted off into thought, her mind kept wandering back to the Prince. Azriel. His name whispered through her mind like a forbidden secret. She felt an inexplicable pull towards him, a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore.

Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she thought about the Prince's piercing eyes, his chiseled features, and his commanding presence. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sensation she'd never experienced before. It was as if her body was betraying her, responding to the Prince's raw masculinity in a way that left her breathless.

But Sophia knew that indulging in such fantasies wasn’t advisable.She was a maid, and he was the Prince. Their worlds were years apart, and any romantic entanglement was doomed from the start. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was drawn to him.

As the moon cast its silvery glow over the forest, Azriel descended upon a towering tree, his wings beating softly before coming to rest. His eyes, two burning embers of crimson, scanned the darkness below, searching for the perfect prey.

Azriel's hunger was evident , He craved something substantial, something that would satiate his voracious appetite and quench the burning thirst within.

As he surveyed the forest, his red eyes locked onto a faint outline, a shadowy form that moved with stealthy precision. Azriel's lips curled into a sly smile, his fangs aching to sink into the tender flesh of his unsuspecting prey. Waiting for the perfect moment, he launched down , landing safely on his feet .With calculated steps he walked slowly, his eyes fixed on the beast before him . With his fangs already in position , he launched towards it , the beast let out a loud cry, struggling in the process but Azriel couldn’t care less . As Azriel's fangs sank deeper into the beast's neck, he felt a rush of euphoria wash over him. The warm, crimson liquid flowed down his throat, quenching his thirst and satisfying his hunger. He drank deeply, his senses heightened as he savored the rich, metallic taste.

As he fed, Azriel's eyes gleamed with a fierce, primal light, his body tense with pleasure. His mouth was a gentle, cruel pressure on the beast's neck, his fangs piercing the skin with precision.

Finally, sated, Azriel released the beast's limp body from his grasp. His mouth was smeared with blood, his lips curled into a satisfied smile. With a languid stroke of his tongue, he licked his lips clean, the coppery taste lingering on his tongue. Feeling satisfied with himself, Azriel flew back .

Sophia's eyelids were just starting to droop when the faint creak of the wooden floorboards jolted her awake. She turned to glance at Margaret, but her roommate's peaceful slumber remained undisturbed. Shrugging it off, Sophia settled back into bed, but her ears perked up again as the soft footsteps echoed down the corridor.

A shiver danced down her spine as she wondered who could be prowling the halls at such an ungodly hour. Her curiosity piqued, Sophia tossed off the covers and slipped into her slippers. She carefully opened the door, wincing as the hinges creaked softly, and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

The flickering candle in her hand, she tried to pinpoint the source of the noise ,”A thief ?”she wondered,her mind racing.The thought sent a cold shiver down her spine , her grip tightening around the candle .She glanced around , trying to pinpoint the source .But as she stepped into another hallway , her breath caught in her throat . It wasn’t a thief at all .With her hands clasped on her mouth , she ran towards her room.