A Dark Love |Under Construction|

Chapter 10

As I sat down on the couch, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. My body was aching all over, and I was grateful to be off my feet. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and process everything that had happened.

But as I sat there, I could feel Mallory's eyes on me, burning with curiosity and concern. I knew I couldn't avoid her questions forever, so I slowly lifted my head and met her gaze.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that I was clearly in pain.

Mallory raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "So, are you going to tell me why you look like this? Or how it went?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. I didn't want to lie to Mallory, but I also didn't want to tell her the whole truth. I didn't know how she would react, and I didn't want to risk losing her trust.

"Well, I don't really... remember what happened... Um-" I started to say, but Mallory cut me off.

"What do you mean you don't remember what happened?! You look like hell!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration.

I sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt. I knew I wasn't being entirely truthful, but I didn't know how to explain what had happened. I didn't even fully understand it myself.

"It's not like I don't remember anything," I said, trying to defend myself. "I remember some bits and pieces... But the one thing I do remember is his gorgeous face...!"

As soon as the words left my lips, I knew I had said too much. Mallory's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step closer to me.

"His gorgeous face?" she repeated, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Who is he, Kota?"

As I sat there, lost in thought, Mallory's question brought me back to reality. I couldn't help but smile as I described Asmodeus's features to her.

"What does he look like?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

I closed my eyes, picturing his face in my mind. "Oh, Mallory... He's tall, muscular, black hair, yellow eyes..."

Mallory's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait! ...Yellow eyes?"

I nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, I thought that was strange too. ...He might've been wearing colored contacts. But Mallory, he's so fucking hot and I can't believe that I had sex with him last night!"

Mallory raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and concern on her face. "Even if he did mutilate your body?" she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Well, honestly... that was my favorite part," I mumbled, looking away.

Mallory started making vomiting sounds, teasing me about my masochistic tendencies. I shook my head, laughing along with her.

As we settled down, Mallory asked, "What's his name?"

I hesitated for a moment before answering, "Asmodeus."

Mallory's expression changed to one of confusion. "What kind of a name is that?"

I shrugged, still smiling. "I don't know? But it's hot."

Mallory rolled her eyes, rubbing her forehead. "You're impossible, Kota."

But then, her expression softened, and she looked at me with concern. "I'm just really glad you're okay, Kota. You really had me worried, you know that?"

My smile faltered, and I felt a pang of guilt. "I'm so sorry for worrying you, Mallory. That was a stupid move. I promise I won't do something like that again."