Your Destruction - Kai Smith

》One《

꧁𓊈𒆜"Chapter One"𒆜𓊉꧂
Give me a clue.

His breath was hot and it completely melted my mind. I'd always thought hand placement was important, so when one of his pushed me closer by the nape of my neck, I melted. His tongue glided against mine, he tasted good. I shoved him closer to the wall, pressing myself closer to his body. A small huff came out of his mouth at my force. His carefully pointed hair was now messy as I ran a hand through it. It curled over his eyebrows, shaping his face well. I wanted to pull on them more, mess them up completely, but I didn't want to ruin his beauty. Only rare things held such outstanding standards.
I pulled back from him, my teeth biting on his bottom lip, extracting a fantastic soft groan from him. If he kept releasing sounds like that then I'd miss my portal back home.

I couldn't help but smirk as I slid my hand off of hid chest to wipe my mouth from the residue of our heated kiss. I could feel his eyes on me, they bore such a thrilling brown against his green mask. I wished I could peel it off, reveal more of his features to me. It was hiding too much. I was sure he'd be just as gorgeous as his groans.

His chest rose gently, still frozen by the intensity of which I had caught him and stole his lips with mine. He went to speak, I told him I needed to leave. Frowned and asked me to stay, holding my hand tighter. I refused instantly. He wondered if he'd be seeing me next week, at the next ball. I told him I would be, and that I'd look for him.

In turn, he asked for my name, a question that I hesitated to answer. I teased him about being desperate to see me again, and took a step back, creating distance between us. The expression on his face made me wonder if he hated how I pulled away, or if he loved the way I toyed him with my words.
If my father knew about what I was doing, he'd completely discourage it. Running through Ninjago's darkened backstreets with the moon glaring down at me was truly where I belonged, not playing with silly boys and their feelings. But, finding a fling to bring some sort of humane feeling back into me was an outing I couldn't miss.

The boy in front of me let out a breath, and stared at me with a determined look. He told me if I didn't give him my name, he would try to guess, and asked me to give him a clue to my identity.
Agame could be fun, I was always down for a little heartbreak roulette.

I pondered on what to say, before finally settling on the word Darkness. It was very fitting. He repeated the word incredulously, his eyes widening. I nodded, and asked for his clue on return. He too, thought for a moment, those pretty eyes tugging down to form a slight frown in his expression.

Hot, he replied. I teased him immediately, pretending to take it as him complimenting me. He backtracked on his words, making me laugh. He assured me that if I found the link between 'hot' and him, I'd reveal his identity.
It was fascinating to see him blush so much. He was also quite interesting. How could this masked man in front of me be connected to heat? I wasn't interested in anything serious, but something about this man intrigued me. I'd never held a connection with anyone I kissed late at night, but this man singed me in all the right places.

I nodded slowly, giving him one last look, saving the image of his desperate face in my mind. I told him I'd see him soon, then just to mess with him further, I called him Hotshot.
He didn't say anything as I walked away.

...

Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys was a welcoming sight. It was a place for the evil youth of the city, a place to trap the children until they were old enough to leave or changed for what the institution considered 'the better'. Inside, sat a little soul who was too pure to belong there, yet believed he should be. A soul that made the only goodness in my heart rise to the surface. No one else could earn such a reaction from the depths of my feelings.