God Of Desires

Milyi

The music pounded relentlessly at the fresher's party, every beat sending tremors through my exhausted frame. I leaned against a wall, clutching a drink I didn't want, my eyes heavy and half-lidded from the lack of sleep. The previous night had been a torture of restless thoughts, a carousel of worries that kept me awake and on edge. I had barely slept, and now, being at this party felt like a cruel test of my endurance. I disinterestedly scanned the room, half-heartedly attempting to blend in with the celebratory atmosphere.

A cluster of my friends animatedly discussed something across the room, their laughter cutting through the music. Despite my fatigue, I felt a familiar, lingering gaze on me—Ariella's. Her eyes followed me wherever I moved, a constant reminder of her intense presence. Oddly, her stare didn't unsettle me; it was almost comforting amidst the chaos. She was always there, a silent observer, and tonight was no different.

Ariella and I had an unspoken understanding. She watched me, and I let her. There was something soothing about her gaze, a sense of being seen in a way that no one else did. Yet, it also made me hyper-aware of her every move. I couldn't deny that her presence affected me, and at times, I wondered if she knew just how much.

I tried to relax, taking a sip of my drink when an unfamiliar girl entered my space, her incessant chatter grating on my already frayed nerves. She touched my arm, then my chest, her proximity suffocating. I gritted my teeth, struggling to maintain my composure. Getting stressed would trigger my condition, something I kept hidden from everyone, even my closest friends. Her hand reached up to

stroke my cheek, and I recoiled slightly, trying to create distance without causing a scene.

"Hey, can you give me some space?" I said, my voice strained with an attempt at patience.

She either didn't hear me or chose to ignore it, her fingers continuing their unwanted exploration. Panic and irritation flared within me, but before I could react, a sharp, resounding slap cut through the din of the party. The girl stumbled back, clutching her cheek in shock. In the next heartbeat, Ariella was in front of me, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and possession. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a searing, demanding kiss.

There was no time to process, no chance to resist. Her lips claimed mine with a fierce urgency, her teeth grazing my lower lip before biting down sharply. Pain shot through me, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. She sucked on the wound for a moment, then pulled away, her eyes locked onto mine. I noticed the smear of blood at the corner of her lips, which she licked away with a flick of her thumb, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Despite everything, a blush crept up my neck, spreading across my cheeks.

"He's mine," she declared to the girl, who was now trembling, tears welling in her eyes. The girl fled, disappearing into the throng of partygoers. Ariella didn't waste a moment; she grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the party, the music and lights fading into the background. The cool night air hit me like a balm, but her grip was unrelenting.

"Where are we going?" I asked, struggling to keep pace with her.

"Home," she replied, her voice a mix of irritation and concern.

We walked briskly, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. It wasn't long before we reached my place. She pushed the door open, practically shoving me inside before closing it behind us. Her demeanour softened slightly as she guided me towards my room.

"Why did you come to help?" I asked, my confusion evident in my voice.

"Don't worry about it," she said, her tone softer now but still firm. "You need to sleep."

I wanted to ask more, to understand her sudden intervention, but the exhaustion was overwhelming. Nodding, I let her lead me to my bed. As I lay down, I felt her presence beside me, a silent protector in the dim light.

"Goodnight, Remi," she whispered, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead.

"Goodnight," I murmured, my eyelids heavy. The last thing I saw was her face, a mix of concern and determination. As sleep finally claimed me, I felt an unexpected sense of peace. Ariella was here, and for now, that was enough.

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The events of the previous night replayed in my mind as I slowly woke up. The memory of Ariella's fierce protectiveness and that kiss lingered, mingling with the morning light filtering through the curtains. I stretched, wincing slightly at the soreness in my lip. Sitting up, I saw a note on my bedside table, written in Ariella's neat handwriting.

"Rest well. See you later. -A"

I couldn't help but smile. Her presence, once again, had a calming effect on me. My thoughts drifted to the party, the way she had intervened so decisively. It wasn't the first time she'd stepped in, but it was the first time it had been so public, so undeniably possessive.

Shaking off the remnants of sleep, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror showed a faint bruise on my lower lip where Ariella had bit me, a small reminder of her fierce kiss. The memory sent a shiver down my spine. There was something intoxicating about the way she claimed me, something I couldn't quite resist even if I wanted to.

Later that day, I found myself in the library, trying to focus on my studies. The quiet, the smell of old books, and the subdued lighting created a perfect environment for concentration. Yet, my mind kept drifting back to Ariella. I wondered if she'd show up here too, as she often did. She had a way of appearing when I least expected it, and yet, it always felt like she belonged wherever I was.

As I was lost in thought, the feeling of being watched crept over me. I looked up and saw her, standing by the shelves, her gaze fixed on me. She didn't approach, just watched, her eyes filled with that same intensity that both unsettled and reassured me. I nodded in acknowledgement, and she gave me a small, almost imperceptible smile before turning away to browse the books.

I returned to my work, but her presence lingered in the back of my mind. There was no denying that she had become a significant part of my life, even if our relationship was unconventional and not entirely understood by those around us. I knew there were questions I needed to ask, and boundaries we needed to discuss, but for now, the silent agreement between us sufficed.

As the day wore on, I felt a growing anticipation for our next encounter. Ariella had a way of keeping me on edge, always guessing, always wanting more. It was a dynamic I had come to accept, perhaps even crave. With her, there was never a dull moment, never a chance for complacency.

That evening, as I prepared for another restless night, I couldn't shake the feeling of something changing between us. The possessiveness she displayed at the party, the tender way she ensured I got home safely—it all hinted at deeper emotions, ones we had yet to fully explore. As I lay in bed, the events of the day replayed in my mind, and I found myself smiling. Whatever the future held, I knew that with Ariella by my side, it would be anything but ordinary.