SHE IS MY OBSESSION.
This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint.
We are both villains.
She is my obsession; I am hers.
I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle.
I know she wil...
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Elias wasn't wearing his glow-wired mask... it was a black masquerade mask that had golden embroidery and feathers peeking out from the side.
But I knew it was him... I could always recognize those black eyes.
I saw his mouth for the first time... those thin but reddened lips, and his olive skin. Although he was wearing a cloak, so the color and style of his hair was concealed with a hood.
He just kneeled next to me, remaining quiet as I stared at him helplessly.
He never talked... I only heard his voice last night, but I was so tired I couldn't remember it.
He gazed up to my hairline and stared at it for a moment, brushing his thumb along my forehead before he drew back.
And looked at the blood on his hand.
He then gazed back up at me, remaining silent, but I could see the anger swelling in his eyes.
But my voice cracked. "E... Elias."
He just pressed his finger to his lips, smiling softly as he gazed up at my door.
He stood, silent and quick like a cat, and locked the door, immediately kneeling beside me and holding out his hand.
I took it, letting his fingers thread through mine as he helped me up, and he guided me over to my bed.
I stumbled over my rug and fell forward, but he caught me.
I gazed up at him then, feeling my eyes sparkling as he helped me into my bed.
He was so quiet... it was... soothing.
But everyone found it alarming.
I then stared at him, completely tranced as he pulled the covers over me, sitting on the bed seconds later.
I watched curiously as he brushed my hair away from my face, looking into my sparkling eyes.
He just smiled—as if amused—and ran his hands down my arms, scanning my form for other wounds.
When he found the blood on my neck, his brows drew together.
He lightly pulled me, and I listened to his silent desire, turning over and tucking my face in his chest.
I felt his fingers on my neck, and I had to resist shivering.
But he touched the wounds my father created, and I whimpered, curling into him.
He then pulled away, lightly tugging my collar up to conceal them.
And he stood, making my brows draw together when he wandered off.
What...? No! No, he couldn't leave yet!
"Elias, no!" I begged. "A little longer! Please!"
He turned toward me, a small smile curling his lips.
