Alators Pov
As I stepped through the portal, leaving Y/N's embrace, a pang of longing lingered within me. Our passionate encounter still resonated through every fiber of my being. Her touch, her whispers, her love... it all swirled in my mind like a maelstrom.
I materialized in my chambers, the familiar surroundings a stark contrast to the warmth of Y/N's bedroom. My gaze fell upon the ornate mirror, and I approached it, tracing the scars etched into my skin. Y/N's gentle fingers had explored these marks, her love and acceptance a balm to my soul.
Memories of our time together flooded my mind: her eager responses, her soft moans, her tender words. My heart swelled, and for a moment, the darkness within me receded.
But the shadows crept back, whispering cruel truths. Our love was forbidden, our worlds colliding like tempests. I, a demon, a monster, unworthy of her light.
I turned away from the mirror, my eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape from my thoughts. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft crackling of candles.
With a heavy sigh, I began to pace, trying to shake off the lingering emotions. Duty called, and I couldn't indulge in sentiment. Yet, Y/N's presence lingered, a haunting melody echoing through my mind.
For the first time, I felt vulnerable, exposed. Our love had awakened a part of me long thought dead. And now, I was torn between the darkness that defined me and the light that Y/N embodied.
The conflict raged within, a battle I feared I might not win.
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Déjà Vu
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