COMING SOON
SNEEAK PEAK.
ESME
"Darling," a voice purred while my mouth parted in awe.
His hands glided against my skin making every where they touch burn with desire.
My hands rushed to myself but a hand immediately grabbed it. His voice groaned d...
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Lucian was trapped again in the dark recesses of his mind, the edges of a dream that felt more like a prison.
The world around him was painted in endless shades of shadow and blood, the twisted trees whispering secrets of his torment.
Their branches clawed at the sky like skeletal hands, but all he could focus on was her.
She moved just beyond his reach, her laughter soft, ghostly—a sound that haunted him, mocked him.
His chest tightened as he took a stumbling step forward, his hand outstretched, trembling.
"Esme..." His voice was hoarse, roughened by years of longing, of countless sleepless nights spent craving her warmth.
Every time his fingers reached for her, the earth beneath him shifted, pulling him further into the dark.
And there she was, in the distance, like a mirage—too close and too far. His throat constricted, the weight of centuries pressing down on him. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't stop this vicious cycle.
"Esme, please." His voice broke, his desperation bleeding through.
He never begged, never pleaded—except for her.
His immortality was nothing without her.
Each step felt like agony, as though his very soul was being dragged through hell just to catch a glimpse of her face.
But she stood still, her back to him, untouched by his torment.
"Why do you keep searching for me?" she asked, her voice carrying on the wind, sharp and cold, so unlike the warmth he remembered.
"Because you're mine." His voice cracked as he spoke the words, each one carved from his desperation.
He was a man teetering on the edge of madness, of obsession.
"You always have been. You always will be."
She turned her head, just enough for him to see her face, and the ache inside him surged, nearly bringing him to his knees. Her eyes were devoid of life—empty, hollow—reflecting nothing of the love they once held.
"You can't keep me, Lucian. You never could," she whispered, and with those words, she began to fade, her body dissolving into the shadows like smoke caught in the wind.
