Y/n's Pov
"What are you trying to do?" I crumbled the sheets under me out of extreme nervousness. Nothing was sure, neither his intentions nor being alive in the next few seconds. He twisted the knife under his grip and smirked.
"You thought I'd kill you with this? Not so easily." His eyes showed a feeling of an unknown hatred. I noticed his hand shaking a bit. "Then what.." He cut me off by placing the knife with a thud on the table. "Don't be too scared, princess. I don't eat." Saying that, he left the room.
I got up from my bed and hesitantly looked for his intimidating figure. I never felt so nervous in my entire life: the house, the man, and our marriage. Everything seemed off. Is there a possible take behind all of this? I was pretty sure of a motive but couldn't tell what it was. Brushing off further thoughts, I walked to the kitchen to drink some water.
The hallway was unusually quiet, every sculpture and painting making me more and more dubious by the second. I quickly walked past the eeriness of the place and reached out for the glass on the floating granite island. A screeching sound reached my ear, and the glass slipped from my hand, shattering it into a million pieces. I gasped at the sight and knelt to pick up the bigger chunks when the strange sound crossed my ears again. But this time, rather than a sound, it felt like a yell, a cry for help. I ignored the mess and decided to follow the faint crying voice.
It led me towards his room and stopped right in front of it. The yells had become weaker as I reached for the doorknob. I knew he wouldn't be okay with me doing this, but my curiosity overpowered me. I pushed the door open and found myself in a spotless room—a grand piano on the side, with a tiny fireplace in the corner. The curtains shut, making the space look despondent to any kind of cheer. My hands went and drew the heavy material away from the window, exposing the grandeur of the room. Everything was either draped in rich red or purple silk.
"This is insanely rich." A gasp escaped my mouth, as I continued to explore the tiny figurines placed on the woodentop. There were also a few sheets of music neatly arranged, on the piano. A music enthusiast, a lover of art and a weird personality. What is he?
As I was still processing the thoughts, I heard someone screech in pain. My brain budged me to turn behind and when I did, I found him.
His dark orbs, piercingly looked at mine. "What are you doing here?" He asked as the nerve on his neck grew out due to the anger. "I-i.." My voice stammered. He stepped in closer whilst, his figure shewed a bright red flag. The man walked until I hit my head to the wall with his face inches away from mine. My heart literally hammered inside. There was a stench of alcohol and an addicting scent of musk coming from him. I gathered myself and said,"I didn't mean to come, but I heard someone-"
His hand slammed against the wall behind my head. "There are no excuses, miss." Silence followed after he spoke. He just stood there close to me staring into my eyes. Though I was scared, I managed to look up at his attractive face. His aura was so intense. I didn't know if I should just admire this unknown devil or run away from him. "I'm sorry-." I blurted out when his index finger got placed on my lips. He moved his head close to mine and whispered "Are you scared of me?". My breath hitched as he spoke.
"I..." I was about to speak when his lips got close to mine. "If I ever see you close to my room again. I'll.." His gaze travelled down my body and met my eyes again. "You're legally mine. Aren't you?"
What a jerk !
A smirk plastered up his face as he pulled back and left the room. The tension he had caused was still in the air.
"What the hell just happened?"
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𝕀ℕ𝕊𝔸ℕ𝕀𝕋𝕐 (MYG FF)
أدب الهواة" Oh....you're asleep huh?" He knelt beside the bed, facing me straight. "You must be really tired walking all the way down here." He pushed a strand of hair out of my face with a smile on his face. "Let me give you eternal rest then. Goodbye, my...
