Luxiana Sommeris“Earth to Luxiana!” Anton’s voice erupted in my ear, jolting me from my reverie. I blinked rapidly, my surroundings slowly coming into focus—the familiar walls of the office, the faint hum of computers, the scattered papers on my desk. Though I was at work, it felt like I’d been light-years away. Last night’s encounter with Damien lingered in my thoughts, stirring a sensation in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it unsettled me all the same. Something about it gnawed at me, leaving me feeling unsteady as if the ground beneath my feet had shifted and I was the last to notice.I couldn’t believe I’d managed to get myself to work in one piece. My mind was a tangled web, every thread leading back to him. Damien. His name echoed in my thoughts like a haunting melody I couldn’t shake.“Xiana? Seriously, what’s going on? Did something bad happen?” Anton’s voice softened, his usual teasing laced with genuine concern.I tore my ga
Luxiana SommerisWe had dinner at this elegant restaurant Margaret had reserved for the occasion. Ten of us were seated around the long rectangular table, each person positioned in a way that made conversation both inviting and a bit daunting for someone like me.Most of the attendees were colleagues I rarely saw in person. Many of them worked from home, handling tasks like accounting and payroll, and visited the library only once or twice a week. One man, quiet and focused, was responsible for the technical side of library operations—a vital but often unseen role.Margaret had also invited our janitor and janitress, a thoughtful gesture to recognize their efforts. They were the ones who ensured that every morning, the library was spotless and welcoming for all of us. Their presence added warmth to the gathering, a reminder of how everyone’s contribution mattered, no matter their role.I knew their names—I'd heard them enough times to commit them to memory—but starting a conversatio
Luxiana Sommeris“Hey, Xiana! Are you okay? You almost fell!” Anton’s voice sliced through the lingering echoes of the vision that still held me captive, dragging me back to the present moment. The warmth of his hand, firm and steady against my waist, anchored me as if tethering me to reality itself.His eyes searched mine, worry etched into the subtle lines of his face. “Can you still walk properly?!” he asked, his voice rising in panic.I didn’t answer right away. My lips parted as if to speak, but the words felt heavy like they would betray me the moment they were spoken aloud. Instead, I let the pause stretch between us, long enough to watch his concern morph into confusion.“You miss her a lot,” I said finally, my voice barely more than a whisper, “But you can’t change or do anything anymore.”Anton froze, his brows drawing together in a knot of bewilderment and unease. “What are you talking about?” he asked.For a moment, I hesitated, still reeling from what I had seen in that
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s laugh pulled me out of my swirling thoughts, “Two glasses? Really? I can’t imagine. That must have been so embarrassing for you.”“Not really,” I replied, brushing off the comment with a small shrug. “But I did decline when Anton offered to take me home.” My words lingered for a moment before I sighed, a deep breath escaping as though it might lighten the weight on my chest. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake Anton from my mind. Something about the way he reacted earlier about what I said kept replaying in my head, like an itch I couldn’t quite reach.“Anton, huh?” Damien’s voice broke through again, his tone light but layered with something I couldn’t quite place. Was it amusement? Curiosity? Perhaps even mockery. “You two seem to be getting pretty close.”I shot him a look, mildly defensive, though I tried to keep my tone even. “Is there a problem with that? We’re working together on the upcoming library event, so we’ve been spending time toget
Luxiana SommerisThe next day, I couldn’t bring myself out of bed. It felt like a boulder pressing down on my head, trapping me beneath the warmth of my blankets. I didn’t know this is how bad this hangover was. Still, behind this pain, the memories of what Damien had shared lingered in my mind like a shadow, clinging to me with a persistence I couldn’t escape. It was as if his actions and warmth had etched onto my soul, refusing to be forgotten. We stopped touching each other when I woke up, but the question haunted me: If I hadn’t woken up, would we have crossed the boundary I asked him not to step on?These thoughts gnawed at the edges of my sanity, relentless and unyielding. Even now, I couldn’t fully grasp what we had done the night before.It replayed in my mind like a forbidden melody, and my stomach twisted with equal parts of curiosity, desire, and fear.Hours slipped by as I lay there, unable to summon the energy to move. Eventually, I realized the day was moving quickly.
Luxiana Sommeris“Crap, crap,” I muttered under my breath, wiping sweat from my forehead as I pushed myself to keep going. My lungs burned, each breath ragged, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. The shadows were still behind me, stretching closer with every second.If I stopped now, they would catch me. I didn’t even know how long I’d been running. Minutes? Hours? Time blurred when fear had its claws in you. My legs were screaming in protest, threatening to buckle beneath me, but I kept forcing them forward. The thought of what they might do to me was enough to drown out the pain.A shiver ran down my spine as fear coiled around my chest like a snake. My mind whispered one unsettling truth: They won’t stop until they have you.Then it happened. My foot caught on something, and I tumbled forward with a startled cry. “Ah!” My body crashed hard against the ground, a sharp jolt of pain racing through me as I landed on my back. For a moment, I just lay there, dazed, my eyes staring
Luxiana SommerisDamien stared at me for a long moment, his piercing eyes unreadable, before finally moving closer. He approached quietly, draping a soft robe over my shoulders. The warmth of his hands brushed against my waist, steady and reassuring, as he gently guided me toward the bathroom.The room was dimly lit, the shadows stretching like silent witnesses to our unspoken thoughts. Once inside, he reached for the bathtub, turning the knobs until water began to flow steadily. The sound of running water filled the silence, creating a small cocoon of calm between us. Without a word, Damien summoned a flickering flame in his hand, its golden glow casting an ethereal light across his sharp features. He directed the flame toward the water, warming it with effortless precision. “Get in,” he said softly, his voice low but commanding. “I’ve heated it for you.”He paused, his gaze fixed on the rippling water. “You need to wash the dirt, scrapes, and bruises on your body,” he continued,
Lilith“Fire? Most of my incubi and succubi can’t conjure fire anymore. Are you seriously trying to turn me against my people?” My voice was cold, but my teeth clenched tightly, betraying the tension boiling beneath my composed facade. “It’s best that you leave now.”I stepped forward, the sharp sound of my heels echoing against the stone floor. “Who knows? Maybe your victim’s light was powerful enough to defeat your walkers,” I added, my fists curling so tightly that my nails bit into my palms.Morpheus didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he hovered in place, silent and unnervingly still. For the first time in ages, I allowed myself to look at him truly. His form now carried the weight of time and wear. His face was pale and sunken, and terrifying.Yet, he still clung to that tattered, threadbare cloak, its frayed edges fluttering gently as he floated mid-air.“If this is the case,” he finally said, his voice low and sharp like a dagger unsheathing, “my people will continue investi
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s fingers trailed over my thighs in slow, measured strokes, and though his touch should have been comforting, something about it felt off. There was a strange distance between us, an unspoken barrier I couldn’t ignore, no matter how much I wanted to. My body craved his familiarity, but my heart hesitated. Something wasn’t right.He inched closer, his presence imposing yet hollow, and with a firm grip, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. The moment our eyes locked, a lump formed in my throat. It was still him—still Damien—but at the same time, it wasn’t.His touch was different now. It lacked the warmth, the tenderness I had once known. It was rough, impatient, almost detached. It felt like he was going through the motions, not out of want, but out of obligation. As if he had no real desire to be here with me at all.“Damien, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm. “I just... I just want to talk. I wa
Luxiana SommerisHis fingers tightened slightly around mine, his breathing uneven, and I could see the conflict warring in his eyes.“But listen to me,” I continued, my tone softer now. “Deep down, you already know what your heart wants.”“You just need to let yourself believe in it. If this man truly loves you for who you are—if he proves it to you—then why let a nightmare stop you from being happy?” I added.His lips parted slightly, but no words came. He just stared at me for a long moment, his emotions raw and unguarded.Then, in a voice so fragile it nearly broke my heart, he whispered, “But… what if it happens again?”I met his gaze without hesitation. “If it happens again,” I said, squeezing his hands reassuringly, “then you’ll know what to do. Because you’ve already done it once. You got away from it before—you were brave enough then, and you’ll be brave enough again.”His eyes shimmered with unshed tears. And then, in a sudden rush of emotion, he pulled me into a tight embrac
Luxiana SommerisI was on my way to work, my thoughts tangled in the previous day's events. It had only been twenty-four hours since Anton kissed me in front of everyone at the library, yet the memory still burned in my mind.Since then, he has sent me several messages, but I haven’t read them. I wasn’t ready to deal with whatever he had to say. Margaret, on the other hand, had already found out what happened. She had been worried about me, constantly asking if I was okay. And while I appreciated her concern, I couldn’t help but wish she had said something else—something different. Maybe something that didn’t remind me of what had happened.Still, she didn’t push for details, and for that, I was grateful.As I approached the city library, I stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath in and then slowly exhaling. My heart was hammering against my chest, the anxiety tightening its grip on me. What was I supposed to do if I saw him? What would I even say?The truth was, I wasn’t ready t
Luxiana Sommeris“Did you enjoy everything that happened earlier?” Damien's deep voice broke the silence, his breath still uneven as he lay beside me.We were both catching our breaths, our bodies exhausted from the countless times we had given in to each other’s desires. My limbs felt weak, and sore from the intensity of our passion. He knew it, too. That was why he finally stopped—despite the evidence of his lingering arousal standing tall, aching to be touched.“I loved every second of it,” I admitted honestly, my voice soft but sure. “I never expected that being chained would make things even more exciting… more pleasurable.”From the corner of my eye, I saw him shift, turning to face me. I mirrored his movement, meeting the dazzling blue of his eyes. There was something different about them—something unreadable.“I don’t know how to comfort someone,” Damien suddenly confessed, his voice quieter this time. “All I know is how to satisfy your desires and fulfill my duty as your pro
Luxiana SommerisDamien stripped away every piece of clothing from my body, leaving me completely bare under his heated gaze. I bit my lower lip, unable to tear my eyes away from my reflection in the enormous dressing mirror before me. The sight sent a shiver down my spine—my entire body exposed, every inch of me on display. But what hitched my breath was the man standing behind me, watching me with an intensity that made my skin burn.His piercing blue eyes traveled slowly as if engraving every detail of me into his memory. Then, without hesitation, his hands reached forward.One large palm kneading my breast in a way that sent waves of pleasure through me. I sucked in a sharp breath, my back arching slightly at his touch.“Fuck,” Damien muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Your body alone is enough to drive me insane. This is madness.” His words were laced with raw hunger, and before I could respond, he began shedding his clothes.I barely had time to react before he took hold
Luxiana SommerisI told Damien everything that had happened, and he remained silent the entire time, his expression unreadable, his posture rigid as if bracing himself for something he didn’t want to hear.“Please say something,” I finally pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. We had been sitting in silence, staring at the open space before us for nearly ten minutes, and the weight of his quietness was suffocating.Damien let out a long, heavy sigh. “I don’t even know what to say… I’m still trying to process that someone did that to you.” His voice was strained, laced with something I couldn’t quite decipher—anger, frustration, or perhaps something deeper.“It’s not something you can avoid,” He told me, “And…it’s bound to happen sooner or later because…once this is all over, once I’ve fulfilled my purpose and satisfied your desires, we’re bound to cut ties.”“W-What do you mean?” I stammered, my heart clenching at his sudden intensity. “Damien, we still have so much to do for thi
Luxiana Sommeris“You’re smiling.”I looked up from my desk at the sound of Anton’s voice. He stood there, arms crossed, watching me with a curious expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that before. Did something happen?” he wondered.Nothing happened here, in this world. But in the dream realm… things were different. Very different.Damien didn’t stop until I begged him to. Where did he get the stamina to keep going? I had read somewhere that men usually needed time to rest before another round.But apparently, that didn’t apply to him. Was it because he was a demon? Did his nature override such limits?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this at work.“Hello? Earth to Xiana!”I flinched as Anton snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes blinked rapidly, adjusting back to reality.“H-Hey, I didn’t see you there,” I muttered, startled.Anton narrowed his eyes. “You were literally
Luxiana SommerisWhat he said filled me with a sense of hope. Till death do us part… Did that mean we would truly be together in this realm for such a long time? The thought lingered in my mind, making my chest tighten with emotions I couldn’t quite name. Yet, confusion gnawed at me, slowly unraveling the fragile peace I had just begun to grasp. I wanted to ask him countless questions, to understand everything he had told me, but exhaustion weighed on me. Instead of speaking, I allowed myself to sink into the silence, my thoughts tangled with the weight of his words.The air between us was thick—both heavy and comforting. The quiet stretched on, neither of us needing to fill it with unnecessary words. I exhaled deeply, feeling the ache in my heart intensify.“Thank you for telling me so much about yourself,” I murmured, a small, grateful smile gracing my lips as I turned to face him completely.I reached out gently, my fingers cupping his cheeks. The warmth of his skin beneath my to
Luxiana Sommeris“Lilith is acting strange?” I asked, sipping on the pineapple juice Damien had made just for me. He told me it was good to have before sex, though I wasn’t sure if that was actually true or just an excuse to get me to drink it.When I got home, I didn’t waste any time. I went straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower, eager to see him as soon as possible. By the time I slept and woke up in the dream realm, he was already in the kitchen, preparing food for me. The sight of him cooking made my heart feel lighter.“Yes,” Damien confirmed as he sat beside me. “She came back, but something was… off. She wasn’t acting like herself. Even when I spoke to her, it was like she wasn’t really there.”I frowned, setting my glass down. “What do you mean by ‘off’? What exactly was she doing?”Damien let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, looking troubled. “She kept acting like she wanted someone to sleep with her—constantly.”“But the thing is, our queen doesn’t do