𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝟏𝟖+

I

Violet

I really need a car. It's 11pm, and I'm seriously walking home?
I groan softly, my feet throbbing with every step, each one heavier than the last.
The streets are eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic. I approach the alleyway, the one that always gives me the creeps.
My pace quickens, heart beginning to race. No fucking way am I allowing myself to die tonight.

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound breaks the silence. I freeze, my body going rigid. "Hello?"

The words escape my lips before I can stop them. I curse myself under my breath and a shiver runs down my spine, urging me to get out of there. But I strain my ears, trying to catch any sound, any movement. Was it just my imagination?

Then, a chilling moan echoes from behind me. 
It's low and eerie, sending a wave of fear crashing over me. I turn slowly, my breath catching in my throat, eyes widening with terror.
The darkness seems to press in around me, suffocating and oppressive. Every instinct screams at me to run, but my legs feel like they're rooted to the ground.

It was a pained moan, the kind that comes from someone in agony, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I suddenly hear a thump and quickly turn around, my heart pounding in my chest. There, lying on the cold pavement, was a man. His body sprawled out, lifeless and vulnerable.

  "Oh god.. are you okay?" I stammer, my voice trembling.

I rush to his side, mind racing with a thousand thoughts. What the hell happened to him?
I gently lift his head, guiding it on my lap.
His skin is cold and clammy to the touch, and his eyes are closed, showing no signs of consciousness.

Suddenly, he clasps my wrists with surprising strength, stopping me in my tracks. His grip is firm, yet desperate, as if he's trying to communicate something.

  "Sir?"

His breathing becomes heavier, each breath labored and strained. I can feel his pulse weakening under my fingers. Then, his hand falls limp, chilling and dampening my wrists.
I look down in horror, my eyes widening as I see blood seeping through his clothes, staining my skin. Panic sets in, but I force myself to stay calm.
I need to help him.

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-Violet's Residence-

With great effort, I manage to lift him, his weight pressing down on me as I struggle to get him inside my house. His body is heavy and unresponsive, and I can feel the warmth of his blood soaking through my clothes.
Finally, I get him onto my couch, his body slumping against the cushions. I stand there, panting and exhausted, my mind reeling.
What the hell have I gotten myself into now?

I have a fucking stranger on my couch, bleeding and unconscious. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
I need to think clearly. I need to help him. But I stand there, staring at this stranger on my couch.

Gently remove his coat, my heart raced with anticipation. The fabric rustled softly as I carefully searched its pockets.
My fingers brush against something cold and metallic- a peculiar dagger.
Its unique carvings glinted in the faint light.  

Must've been a cherished gift?

I place it delicately on top of his coat that I had folded.
Who would have the motive to stab this man? Just who exactly did I bring inside my home?
The air grew heavy with tension as I prepared to tend to his wounds. Unbuttoning his shirt, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Let's get one thing straight, he's hot.

Snap out of it Violet.

The soft light casted shadows across his torso, revealing the extent of his injury. His bulging abs made the task more challenging.
Despite his unconscious state, his breathing grew labored and harsh, almost as if he were aware of my every move. So many questions flood my mind, but for now, my priority was to clean him up and ensure his safety.