Love's Triad

12

I stood before the mirror, my reflection stared back at me, a mixture of uncertainty and determination etched on my face. The question lingered in my mind, a persistent whisper that refused to fade. Do I really have to go to this party? The answer was not an easy one, a battle between duty and desire that waged war in my heart.

On one hand, I wanted to attend for Ares, to show my support and stand by his side. But on the other hand, there was Lucifer, a man who intrigued me in ways I couldn't explain. The thought of spending time with him, of delving deeper into his soul, was a temptation that was hard to resist.

I studied my reflection, taking in the curve of my waist and the length of my legs. My outfit, a combination of a crop top and flared jeans, hugged my body in all the right places, accentuating my figure in a way that was both bold and alluring. I loved the way it looked, the way it made me feel. Confident, powerful, sexy.

With a practised hand, I ran my fingers through my hair, tousling the strands until they fell in a messy cascade around my shoulders. It was a look that I had perfected over the years, a style that was both effortless and captivating. I knew that it would turn heads, that it would draw attention. But more importantly, I knew that it would make me feel like me.

I slipped on my jacket, I took one last look in the mirror, ensuring that my crop top was well hidden. I didn't want to raise any suspicions with my family, who were already wary of my late-night outings. With a deep breath, I headed downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest.

In the foyer, Neuvi was waiting for me, his leather jacket and dark jeans giving him an air of rebellion. As he turned to face me, a playful smirk spread across his face. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

I offered him a nervous grin, trying to match his enthusiasm. "Yeah, let's do this," I replied, feeling a surge of adrenaline course through me.

He gave me a teasing look, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You sure you're ready for this? It's Ares's party," he warned, a playful tone in his voice.

I laughed, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. "I can handle him," I retorted, my voice filled with confidence. I've already handled him, he's pretty much my secret boyfriend. But then again, why did I say 'boyfriend', we've never officially dated. He never asked me to be his boyfriend. Are we just enemies with benefits?

As we headed outside, Neuvi's motorbike gleamed in the moonlight, a symbol of freedom and adventure. As I climbed on behind him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. This was it, the moment I had been waiting for.

"So, any particular reason you're hiding your outfit from your family?" Neuvi asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

I glanced down at my jacket, feeling a pang of guilt. "Yeah, I told them I was just hanging out with you," I admitted, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "They're not exactly big fans of the whole party scene."

Neuvi nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtful. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert at flying under the radar," he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I chuckled, feeling a sense of gratitude for his understanding. "Thanks, Neuvi. I appreciate you helping me out with this," I said, sincerity colouring my words.

He offered me a reassuring smile, his gaze warm. "Anytime, Moxie," he replied, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty.

As we sped off into the night, the wind whipping through my hair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

As you and Neuvi roar through the night on his motorbike, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, Neuvi's voice breaks the exhilarating silence. "So, about Ares..." he begins, his tone heavy with contempt. "What the hell's the deal with you spending time with that asshole?"