close to my dialling heart

47🌹Possessive fury

🎶Do you wanna meet all my monsters? Think you're tough? They'll drive you bonkers. Meet them once and they'll forever haunt ya, yeah.
There's no heroes or villains in this place, just shadows that dance in my headspace. Leavin' nothin' but phantoms in their wake (their wake).....🎶
                         ~Neoni~

XAVIER 🥀

I watched Dove fall asleep in my arms, her beauty captivating as ever. Her peaceful slumber only added to her allure, and I couldn't help but wonder what our future child would look like. With Dove by my side, I knew that was inevitable - she was mine, now and forever.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, my mind still reeling from the events of the night. The way she felt around me, her soft moans, her naked body beneath mine - it was all etched in my memory. The thoughts were making me hard again. I'd never admired someone so intensely during sex, and Dove's beauty only seemed to grow. The thoughts stirred me once more, but I struggled to shake them off. She had taken up residence in my mind, refusing to be evicted.

I glanced at my phone, noting the midnight hour. Dove slumbered peacefully, oblivious to the world. The diffuser's sleep-inducing essential oil ensured she'd remain lost in slumber for a while. I had a destination in mind, but I knew her waking to find me gone would only lead to panic. So, I opted for a strategic exit, letting the oil's effects linger, guaranteeing her a prolonged sleep.

I carefully withdrew my arm from beneath her head, mindful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. As I stood, she stirred slightly, but remained lost in sleep. I swiftly grabbed a shirt and hoodie from the closet, dressing in silence. Before slipping out, I gently pressed a kiss to Dove's forehead.

•••

"I thought you'd bring her," he said, his expression expectant. I raised an eyebrow, amused. "I can't just bring her to you." His brows furrowed, confusion etched on his face. "Why?" I leaned back, nonchalant. "How do I know you won't change your mind when I bring her to you?" He studied me, then laughed, a low, appreciative sound. "I like that." He sucked in a breath, his eyes glinting. "A photo doesn't mean you were together, son. It could be photoshopped." I chuckled, pulling out my phone. I hesitated for a moment before showing him the footage of Dove sleeping, a mix of emotions swirling within me.

Her serene face filled the screen, and I felt an overwhelming urge to end this charade tonight. But I had to play along. "You actually made her fall into your trap," he gloated, his laughter grating on my nerves. I seethed with disgust. "Let's do this... visit the club today, and then you'll have to bring her to me." I nodded, feigning agreement. Internally, I was seething. This man's smugness was intolerable. I had no interest in his clubs; I just wanted to eliminate him and be done with it. The more I looked at him, the more my frustration grew.
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As we exited the bar, Mr. Darko halted me, his voice firm. "No, join me." He gestured to his car, where his driver waited. I eyed the driver warily, then turned back to Mr. Darko, who nodded subtly. "Ah... I'm okay. The privilege is too much," I said, waving my hands in dismissal. "No, I insist," he repeated, his tone unyielding. I hesitated, but he pressed again, "I insist." Sensing something amiss, I couldn't raise suspicion, so I acquiesced, sliding into the backseat of his black Audi beside him.

I had a sense of foreboding, but I hoped for the best. I knew Dove would panic if she woke up to find me gone, and the thought of her hearing about my demise at the hands of this motherfucker, especially after we fucked, filled me with dread. "How did you find her?" he asked, snapping me back to reality. "I told you, we attend the same college," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. He glanced at me, then looked away, his laughter low and menacing as he settled back into his seat.

He toyed with the rings on his fingers, and my gaze was drawn to the ouroboros symbol on one of them, a unmistakable emblem of the Darko mafia. "For how long have you known that you go to the same college?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. I hesitated, anticipating the real question. "No, for how long have you been fucking her?" he spat, his tone venomous. I feigned innocence, but I knew I'd been caught. "What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to sound convincing. He smirked, pulling out his phone, swiping through it, and then tossing it onto my lap with an air of superiority. The audacity.