𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝟏𝟖+[ᴋᴛʜ ꜰꜰ]

*𝐗𝐈|𝐊𝐓𝐇|18+*

*This chapter contains sexual content and vulgar language. Mention of blood so if you're underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning as I mentioned this book 18+*

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❛Something is Magical in his mismatched eyes. Dirty, Dark, Beautifully Majestic❜

A violent tremor in my stomach leaping to my dried throat, so indignant that I could easily go insane by the hand of that atrocious emotion. My jaw was tightened, a dark, angry swirl in the abyss of my mismatched pools as I tried to solder my attention in the piano, the admirable gem. The enormous room was vacant, and the only thing was this grand piano dominating the centre of the room. It was not my place. As usual, I was alone, listening to my harsh breathing pounding in my own ears with the harmony seeping through the hollow walls. The calloused fingers elegantly yet furiously moved on the key, shaping it as a usual piece of music that I had adored since I was a child. I desperately needed the peace, wanted the unbearable burn in my chest to crawl away yet the image of her kept stubbornly rushing back to my senses.

This is not good.

The ache of my fingers hissed and glided to my wrist, stopping movements to play furthermore. I puffed out a frustrating growl through my parched throat.

Not so fucking good, why am I so bothered about it?.

The heat stung my spine as I squared my tired body on the seat, was sensing so many things, the throng of thoughts jumbling every corner of my head to agitate my damn nerves as I softly traced the tip of my finger on the key of the piano. I was assuring myself, a pointless attempt. She wasn't good enough for the place where I belonged. She was a gorgeous palpitation for steady heavenly hearts and I was the sinister paradise, the hell and everything in between.

It's almost pathetic how much I hate you, Witch.

A dark chuckle slanted out of my lips, as the gloominess of my iris worsened.

When you're not even worth it.

My father taught me to deep like a silence sea and made sure that I learned it very well so it could not be a disappointment in the future, he engraved them in the wall of my brain. The first rule, I shouldn't care about people's feelings, their thinking, or their beliefs to get whatever I want. The second rule, never to be afraid to take a destructive path to grab whatever I desire. The third rule was never to hesitate to crush people in your way. The fourth rule never thinks once to bring your ugly side out. The fifth and last rule, never show weakness and never be too sentimental to crumble easily, because it's foolish. There was no place of weakness, there was no point of any improper occurrence.

All the rules were demolished the first time my eyes beheld the sight of the red-haired beauty.

She was no one, just a speck of dust, a pawn for my filthy games. Then why the thought of her being touched by another guy breaking me inside, ripping me heart bit by bit. Why was I so blinded in aggression that felt like burning this whole place to the ground. I will destroy the one who dared to touch her, he has called his death and used his dirty hand on her delicate skin. When I moved to the other side of the room door. I heard the agony filled screams and painful sorrows echoing in the walls of the mansion as I rose up from the chair and made my way towards the other room as one of my special doctors greeted me with his hands behind his back.