Persephone

4. A Man by Her Side

In her dream she lay in a bed, greatly sized with four posts and a black canopy over head. Over her body rested a set of satiny black blankets and sheets, the entire room around her seemed to have the color scheme of blood red and black.

"They do not stain as easily," a deep voice breathed in her ear, causing her to jump. The man next to her tightened his arm around her waist, massaging her side with his thumb in a circular motion.

Her head snapped towards him, not realizing before she had company with her, not just in the room, but in the bed too.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. The man laying at her side was nothing short of gorgeous, his black hair was tousled in such a way that could only be described as 'sex-hair,' with eyes so dark, they were almost as black as his hair, but when they scanned over her face, Persephone caught the glimpse of a red as deep as the one surrounding her within the room. His pale skin only made his odd eyes stand out more. He was shirtless, and everything from his chiseled jaw line to his defined chest screamed 'I'm attractive and I know it.'

Catching her prolonged gaze trained on his face, he smirked. She gasped as a pair of long, sharp incisors appeared from behind his lips.

Frowning, his tongue darted out to poke at the sharp teeth, "Oh, you do seem to have that effect on me, do you not?" His words were quiet, as if they weren't meant for her ears.

"W-what?" Her words didn't sound as strong as she would've liked but she was so taken aback by the man before her that she couldn't help but feel a bit mystified.

"These," he gestured to his teeth, "are your fault, you did this," he paused, "But if you were speaking on my previous statement, the colors. I chose them because they do not stain easily."

Persephone's heart rate picked up as he said this, seeming to notice, he tucked a lock of her long brown hair behind her ear, ""There is no need to fret, my darling, I will not hurt you," he chuckled, at least if you do not ask as for it. At least if you do not need to be punished," he added darkly at the end, flashing her a toothy grin.

When she did not react, only stared at him in disbelief, he pulled her to his chest, tucking her head into his neck, "I think it's time for you to wake up, my darling," he spoke smoothly above her head as she lay frozen against his chest, before placing a kiss onto the top of her head the the dream drifted into darkness, leaving her with a singular word echoing in her head.

"Soon."

A/n: again, short, sorry