⚠️Warnings: Mature, Strong language, abuse, toxicity
"Greed, an insidious companion, whispered promises of possession into Adrian(Hwang Pil-Gwang) 's ear. The thought of claiming So Mun for himself consumed him. He knew that his actions were fraught...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apologise if this chapter is shorter, the next will be much more longer, maybe even 2 chapters in a row. I have been busy with work, but thank you for waiting ❤️😭
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"You are kind of cute, and I'll say all of this, but I don't want to ruin the moment". -Ceilings
Chapter XII: 🍂
🔸So Mun POV
Maybe it's the friendly gust of wind, blowing in through the half-open window at my hair, the sound of the wheels on the asphalt, or the radio at low volume, playing voices and songs in the background to break the monotony of silence.
Maybe it's Adrien whistling, cursing, when some pedestrian crosses the road without looking. A bit of all things together, weighs down my eyes, making my eyelids drop, which I immediately open again. Not to lose sight of him, not to let my guard down. Yet I am sleepy, I really want to nap in the warmth of the car... The warmth created between my aura and his. A fuzzy, unexplainable feeling. So bizarre... How beautiful and peaceful things are created in the midst of destroyed and ruined ones.
Adrien appears to be ruined.
I am reminded of my parents, and the cruel way they were taken from me, right in the car, like now, in an accident when I was still a child, by an uncanny counter harbouring evil spirits. Although in the end, I was able to free my parents and exorcise him, I still miss them very much. An accident that took everything away from me. My whole world, the world I used to know.
"Are you sleepy?"
A hum of apprehension leaves my lips while I nod without speaking, my eyes narrowing as I look at the road ahead, the many cars lined up one after the other in traffic. The rosy sky, splashed with baby blue, occupied by serene white fluffy clouds. "Then sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there..." For the second time, I don't feel him move, but then firm cold fingers brush my cheek. I gasp unprepared, opening my drowsy eyes slightly, at the sudden feeling of cold.
"Your fingers are frosty," I whine, shifting. Despite it, his hands come up again, grazing my ear, entwining themselves in my long wild curls. And with that I am crossed by pleasant shivers down my spine. Things I shouldn't feel, yet hard to shake off, as pleasure creeps between my legs and rises like a wild plant to my stomach. "Nothing you haven't already experienced on your skin..." Adrien tapers his vision, his tone subdued, calm. "You should already be used to the touch of my cold hands."
He says it like it's obvious, but obvious it's not at all. How could I ever get used to an individual like him? How could I ever... like him? He's mean and unpredictable.
Reckless and cocky.
And even if his hands are now touching me with care, what can assure me that it will always remain this way? Maybe these same hands might instead hit me or smack me a second later.
