Nightmares | Sethos x Fem!Reader

Chapter 10

☽⋰⋆⚡️⋆⋱☾

After the third movie, I groan softly and stand up, stretching my arms over my head. "I need fresh air..." I say while stepping out onto the balcony, inhaling the fresh air that hits me. Looking down at the bustling city, I find myself counting the amount of cars, just for fun.

I slowly begin to lose focus, the moment blurring into a comfortable trance. As my eyes try to track the movement of cars below, my thoughts drift unbidden back to Sethos. It's like he's constantly in my mind, an unshakable presence that keeps irritating and comforting me at the same time.

The air feels cool, but still pleasant on the balcony, a gentle breeze rustling through my hair. I lean on the railing, my fingers gripping the cool metal as I lose myself in the moment. The world around me becomes distant, the city sounds fading into a dull hum. My thoughts grow slower, almost heavy, as I try to fight the pull of my own mind.

I remember the way Sethos had held me, his touch both gentle and firm, like he was afraid to let go. His eyes, so full of warmth and something deeper, had held me captive. I find myself yearning for that feeling again, the sense of safety and belonging that he brings. Why are you making this so hard for me..? I just want to... I don't even know what.

I open my eyes, that I didn't realize I closed, and catch a glimpse of movement inside the apartment. Sethos steps out onto the balcony, his presence not as grounding as usual. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I feel like I can see right into his soul. It's a terrifying and exhilarating feeling all at once.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice attempting to cut through the haze in my mind. "You okay?"

I nod slowly, but I can't seem to find the words to express what I'm feeling. It's like my thoughts are trapped in a fog, and all I can do is focus on him. His concern, the way his brow furrows slightly, makes my heart ache in a way I can't quite explain.

"You seemed a bit lost there," he continues, stepping closer until he's right beside me. His hand finds mine, his fingers warm against the cool metal of the railing. "What's on your mind?"

I take a deep breath, trying to anchor myself in the present. "Just... everything, I guess," I finally manage to say. "It's like my mind won't stop spinning." Reluctantly, I let my eyes close again, succumbing to the heaviness that threatens to overwhelm me. 

The world seems to tilt as if I'm on the edge of falling into a deep abyss of my thoughts. His presence is like an anchor, but even that feels distant and faint.

Sethos's hand tightens around mine, and I can feel his concern radiating through his touch. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice gentle yet firm. "Focus on my voice."

I nod weakly, trying to latch onto his words, but my mind is like quicksand, pulling me deeper into the murkiness of my emotions. His fingers intertwine with mine, and he steps even closer, his body now a solid, warm presence beside me.

"It's okay," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. 

I try to not to let myself get too vulnerable, taking slow, deep breaths, attempting to clear my mind. It's a struggle, and with each breath, the fog begins to settle deeper into my thoughts. Surrender is no valid option, idiot... I think to myself, feeling the pull of my own mind growing stronger. 

It's as if the effort to fight it only makes it worse, dragging me deeper into a state of numbness, that seems to promise a comforting embrace. It's a battle that I'm destined to lose, and Sethos seems to sense that, knowing that he's not able to pull me out by force.

He sighs softly and squeezes my hand, a silent reminder of his presence. I just continue to let the thick fog envelope my senses, almost making me forget that I'm holding Sethos' hand. I feel strangely warm, despite the cool breeze and the cold metal under my fingers.