I watched her from my usual worn chair, cornered with her frail wooden desk. The desk was covered with books and journals she always failed to complete.
Even in her sleep, she was beautiful. Her cascading chestnut hair was disheveled around her face. My eyes scanned her, admiring the cupid bow accentuating her lips, slender neck, and golden brown skin leaving me wanting.
I would have to show myself to her eventually. Until then, I have spent every night for the past 6 years watching her, protecting her. A shadow lurking in the corner.
I've witnessed her every single night. No matter what I couldn't interfere. Not even the nights she woke screaming for help, shaking, and spending hours restless. Or the nights her dreams took another turn leaving her breathless, moaning, and creating a scent that was all-consuming.
Her soul would be mine. She would be mine. All of this waiting would be worth it.
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The Soul of Shadows
Short StoryMaeve is an ordinary and beautiful girl. From an outsider's perspective, even normal. You wouldn't know that she lost both of her parents and her only sibling. Or that she is gifted and the key to a shadow kingdom she has no idea about. Caspian is...
