War, carnage, and hurt goes so well together but love doesn't fit into those simple words. It stands out like a sore thumb, it's not meant to coincide.
Your eyes darted between his, unsure of the place you found yourself. What started out as a coffee date with a stranger turned to an unconventional romance.
You begged for him to let you in, but the second he showed his true way of life you ran, you hid and you watched every horror he inflicted without ever saying a word.
You knew the lengths he would go for you and the damage he would do, yet you stood on the sidelines wishing he'd just catch you but not for the logical reason of making the horror stop but because he wanted to.
Maybe you're no better than him.
"Whats the point in ruling when there's no one left around to whiteness it?" You questioned, making a dark chuckle fall from the lips that worshiped you from the first second they were allowed to.
He raised his hand to trace the contour of your cheek with the back of his knuckles. "So many questions." He hummed deep in thought.
"You hurt people." You stated, drawing his attention back to your eyes and away from the contrast of his skin to yours. "I never claimed to be a good person." He cooed as if the words were easy to say.
His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip making your stomach clench and a heat pool. It's an odd phenomenon knowing the affect he could have on your body despite the war raging in your own mind.
Muffled laughter and conversations carried through the doors, yet it didn't interrupt the bubble you two had put yourself in.
"You want to run again" He murmured, bringing his face close enough you could feel each soft breath he took against your lips. "Then run, but if you do then just know I'll destroy anyone and anything you come into contact with. And when I catch you this time.."
His lips brushed over yours unable to fight back the urge to have your calm ease the storm inside of him.
Your lashes fluttered, a sharp inhale came through your nose hoping maybe it'd fill your lungs from the oxygen you were depriving them from.
"You didn't catch me this time, what makes you think you can do it?" It was bold of you to say, equivalent to poking a bear with a stick while holding a fresh salmon in your free hand. You should've been more focused on his threat, you should've been terrified of what he was implying but all it did was send a rush of adrenaline through you.
He could feel it as each one of your muscles pulled taunt against him. No matter what you said, he knew you loved the monster he had become, you loved the idea of being the only one who could tame him.
His hand traced down until it wrapped around your neck, the pressure from his fingers causing black spots to erupt in your vision but not tight enough that you weren't able to breath fully. The soft blush lining your cheeks and the trembling in your breath had his restraint wearing thin. Each small step he took on the tight rope holding his composure was slipping.
His mouth collided into yours, just like him it was firm, unyielding. Each time you'd tried to gasp for breath his tongue slipped into your mouth, tracing a soft circle as if it'd engrave your taste into him.
When he pulled back he focused on the swell of your lips, his thumb tracing the bottom knowing it was him who did it to you.
"Run, Любовь моя." He whispered, letting go of you fast enough it made you tumble. His words weren't a question or a choice. It was a command, forcing your heels to clack against the patio into the large crowd.
Of course no one would turn their head, the world he created was used to chaos and havoc. It was a breath of relief between your shallow breathing that you were ignored by everyone you sprinted past. Who knows what action he would take of the wrong person even glanced in your direction.
The straps of your heels dug into your ankles making you stumble while you tried to pull them off without losing ground. The crowd grew quiet, a quick glance over your shoulder allowed you to catch glimpse of him waltzing behind you slow and steady, taking time to remove each ring, and cuff link, handing them to whoever he passed.
His broad shoulders filled his white button up as he slipped his jacket off handing it to another, his eyes never straying from your frame with a mischievous smirk.
"I'm giving you a head start." He called out, forcing your eyes back forward to where you were running. Your shoes were lost and forgotten behind you.
How do you find yourself in this situation? Prey being hunted by a predator. You've gotten away once before but it'd be a lie if you said you wanted to get away from him this time.
He's not going to change, that much is true. It's who he is, every action he takes is well calculated, determined to create a civilization he created and he's not giving that up. So why don't you push yourself harder as you sprint down the curved princess steps? Why do you pause at the front door instead seek sanctuary like you should?
Why do you hesitate when you can save yourself?
