𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 (Book 1 of The Hide and Seek Duet)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

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HER

The protector of my dreams leans against the thick trunk of the tree as you would a door frame. With both buff arms folded and a brooding aura surrounding him.

My breath catches.

The protector of my dreams. Not a nightmare. Because a nightmare would mean he succeeds. And it would suggest that I, Zoya Yadav, suffer.

I stay stood in my place waiting for him to come to me.

He doesn't.

Instead he continues to stare at me with an emotion I can not quite pinpoint.

So I stare back, playing with the ends of my hair.

He's tall. Incredibly tall to the point where I might swallow to let go of any residual fear I have inside. I lick my lips. He's still in his black uniform, fully strapped in but this time he's made his face visible. But because of how dark it is I can't make it out.

They aren't meant to do that. Show their faces. Reveal their appearance and give us something that makes them identifiable.

He has one hand resting in front of his belt, where his hand gun is. His hands. I blink to make sure I am seeing correctly. Fucking huge. One of them could wrap around my neck with the fingers touching at the back.

I raise my hand to my neck, feeling the possibility of where they could be and thrill sparks down my spine, lighting a slow burning flame of desire deep at the bottom of my stomach.

My body is reacting. Is reacting strangely in a way that I like and makes me crave the man standing metres away from me.

And suddenly all my plans of violence against this protector, this man go up in flames. They no longer exist.

I look up at him again, noticing how broad he is. And the thick forearms and bulging biceps. He could have me in a chokehold and over within seconds. I'm an insignificant opponent to him. I'm nimble and weak from the lack of muscle on my bones. I feel fragile in front of this man but a part of me doesn't mind. A part of me wants to be fragile for him.

I stop breathing at that thought.

My eyes are glued on this man of herculean build. I'm fixated. He's a new fixation. The mere sight of him scratches an itch in my brain that has left me slowly grating in annoyance for my entire life. But an itch isn't enough.

I step forward.

His posture stiffens.

One corner of my lips lift. So the protector is not supposed to be here. I take another step forward, hands behind my back and my head tilted forward.

Then I catch the sight of his lips, twisted into something smug. Before I can react, he retreats back into darkness. I recoil. He just... he just ran. A silent laugh creeps up my throat and I place a hand across my lips to stop it bubbling out.

Then I run off after him. He didn't kill me. He did not kill me. Does that mean he likes me? Maybe he likes me. Maybe he has an itch too. A foreign emotion fills me. My nerves feel erratic and happy while my stomach is twisted in all kinds of knots that I've never wanted undone. But now, I want him to undo them.

When I'm inside the forest, deep enough to not see the entirety of the manor from my position, I look around hopefully.

Is he here? I wish I could demand him to come back.