There are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending}
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"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her But I see her in the back of my mind all the time Like a fever, like I'm burning alive Like a sign. Did I cross the line?"
🎧 Recommended song for this chapter: WILDFLOWER - Billie Eilish (slowed + reverb)
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The stench of the Undercroft immediately engulfed me.
I had no choice but to hold Carolyn even closer, burying my face in her damp, messy and gorgeous hair.
My hand absentmindedly brushed through her locks, and I felt proud of myself for helping her breathing pattern slow down.
I fantasised about getting drunk on the scent of her hair for so long, but I would never have thought that this would be the context.
I felt her body stiffening at once. She released herself from my embrace, ripping my heart out as she leaned away.
"Sebastian... I can't breathe... I..."
She stood up with a laboured effort, stumbling her way to the door.
"Carolyn... Please..." I cried, gasping for air.
"I need fresh air... I can't stay here, Sebastian... I... I will die."
I will die too... My brain yelled, but no words came out of my lips.
And just like that, she left.
And the pile of shattered pieces of myself were scattered in that disgusting Ominis' room.
Too many pieces for me to pick up alone.
I was not even able to chase after her like a man.
Knocking Ominis down was thrilling, but my mercurial and explosive temperament always made me pay the price. After the combustion, all that was left were ashes.
Sebastian Sallow. The smallest man who ever lived.
It was too fucking ironic. Ominis broke her heart. And he lied to me. And still, there I was: surrounded by the very essence of him.
The Undercroft was suffocating.
Like an entity of its own, the room pressed me down to the ground, laying my body entirely. Feeling the cold stone floor against my back, staring at the arc ceilings, I finally let months of suppressed tears roll shamelessly, pooling inside my ears.
I loathed Ominis.
And I hated how badly I wanted to be Ominis, just for that night. So I could have tasted her lips. And of course, I would not have rejected her. On the contrary, I would have ripped that posh Gaunt green dress out of her body and devoured her.
