⚠️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...
"You say we just friends, but i swear when nobody's around...". -Khalid
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Chapter XX: 🍂
🔸Adrian (Hwang Pilgwang) POV
👹▫️"Pil Hwang, don't even think about it—"▫️
I smile. An amused grin forms on my lips. It takes its place like a diamond set in deep rock.
👹▫️"We said we would take our time, that we would not let him control us—".▫️
I listen to the evil spirits, partially hearing them, paying more attention to his footsteps behind me, the slight wheeze in his breathing as he tries to keep up with me. Tangible rage seeping through his pores, navigating from his body to mine.
I witnessed his lips parted in astonishment, confusion like a splash of colour on his captivating face. I saw it all as I entered the office, his tiny tensed frame, his hands clenched into fists. The sound of his palpitating heart.
The velvet skin, his stained eyes, strong and fragile at the same time.
I looked at his body, the lean figure covered by those designer clothes. The curly black hair, like a cascade of ebony framing the roundness of that childlike face, young but also mature. Sagacious.
"Adrian!" Mun forces my name out with frustration, almost as if the name itself were a curse, an imprecation, but I do not slow down.
👹▫️"Hwang, don't give him a chance to slow us down..."▫️
I chuckle and cross my hands behind my back. I won't slow down, but if he touches me, I won't be able to resist. I bade the evil spirits to pray then, to hope that the boy does not come too close. Because I don't want to burn with desire, but if he comes close, there's no way I won't burn harder.
"You jerk! Stop! I'm trying to talk to you!" His breath comes out in quick gasps, yet I don't slow down, and I can hear him cursing under his breath, a cry of frustration, anger like a sour aroma in the air, maybe not sour, but sweet, because everything about him tastes sweet.
Like caramelised sugar...
Of course my legs are longer, compared to his shorter ones, it gives me a certain advantage, it allows me to move forward and take up more ground, to quicken my stride, something So Mun would dream of, being so small, so wretchedly clumsy...
Yet, it is just as I am contemplating, that a quiet–slight rumble surprises me, as the pot of a plant is moved into my field of vision, almost causing me to stumble. "You little brat!" I muse, incredulous that he had gone so far as to use his powers to stop me. His smaller hand grabs me by the sleeve of my shirt, curling into a strong fist. I straighten up, nailing my eyes in his. His chin lifted, looking back at me, bold, jaded, hesitant.
