pied piper

54 | A Heartbeat And A Thousand Lies

Song rec : Die For You sped up ver by The Weeknd (matches sooooo well)

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The sky was gray, a dark gray, its darkest shade, the angriest, betrayal and fury darkening it only more.

The clouds continued to rumble, roaring with another thunderstrike, matching the sordid chaos that played inside my mind.

Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I took a quick deep breath, raising my head high before barging inside the room that I loved too much to go into, the only space that put my heart into overdrive, the only room that terrified me to the core.

"Baby!"

My breath hitched recognizing the feigned sweetness under his alert but stable voice as he stilled in his actions, his sharp calculated gaze falling over me but leaving goosebumps in their lead.

The more I walked inside, the deeper I knew I was digging my grave, but all that was to be done succeeded the day our eyes collided. The grave was ready. I had dug it on my own. Now, the only thing left to be done was.

Confrontation.

All against my solid resolve and permission, my body recognized the security in his strong arms, easily melting when he pulled me close, creating a barrier against the harshness of the world and his warm and safe embrace, the same heavy sense of safety and care that would make me feel on top of the world.

Except maybe now it was safer out in the world than in his arms.

And yet, I let him kiss me deep, play the role of two deranged lovers, his tongue exploring the deepest dark secrets of mine, so carelessly and easily, so rough and chaste that it damn near made me forget what I was here for, desperately wanting to force myself into forgetting everything that ever transpired as his fingers lowered with intensity hotter than any fire, urgency embellishing his sins in a pretty shade of red. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the perfect man that stood in front of me, and in that fiery moment of intimacy and desire, I hoped to pretend as if I didn't see the same man with the face of an angel and heart of a Saint stab a man until he couldn't be recognized.

"You know how worried I was when you weren't replying to my text…hm?" his fingers around my waist tightened and my heart hopped at the beat, feeling his canines sink in a spur of sadism but leave wet kisses down the span of my jaw and neck right after. "You should know better than that, darling… don't you?..." his dark eyebrow was raised, gaze sharp and interrogating.

And like the fool that I am, fear tied my tongue as the flashbacks followed. I dared to look into the intimidating windows of his soul, my heart immediately tightening, unable to hide a gasp, feeling desperation lead up to me to the extent I wanted to fight my way out of his grasp. But before I could even think to distance myself, he was tightening the small space between us, his intimidating eyes pinning me in place.

"Y/n." he called out in his usual dulcet Ness like everything was normal, nothing out of the ordinary, his actions gentle yet passionate, cologne subtle but the fear… it had already dented in my subconscious, cursing me with a sleepless night and many others bound to come.

"Please." all my plans of confronting him of his deeds vanished into thin air, my mind fuzzy in the need to create a suitable justification, only wishing for an explanation that could put me in the dark again and let me enjoy the ecstasy just a little longer.

An explanation that I could accept.

I knew he couldn't do something so brutal without a solid cause stemming it.