Limerance

Chapter 64

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but there was something different in his tone this time. It wasn't just the usual sadistic pleasure; there was a hint of protectiveness, an emotion you hadn't expected from him.

"How generous of you," you sneered, turning your gaze away from his icy eyes, trying to keep your composure.

How ironic. His hair is red yet he feels as cold as ice...

Akira's smirk widened, though his eyes darkened slightly with a tinge of anger. "Again with that attitude. Not even getting poisoned will stop you, will it, doll?"

"Again with that ego," you shot back, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Not even getting kicked in the balls stopped you, did it, red?"

For a moment, the room was thick with tension, the air between you charged with the clashing of wills. Akira's smirk didn't falter, but you noticed the brief flicker of something-irritation, perhaps-beneath the surface.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But you should be careful. Even a doll can break if pushed too far."

You held his gaze, refusing to back down. "And you should remember that even a doll can fight back if pushed too hard."

He chuckled, a dark, almost amused sound, as if your defiance entertained him. "That's what I like about you," he said, stepping closer, his presence as disturbing as ever. " You've got fire."

Fire and ice. How fitting we are... To kill each other...

"Keep your compliments to yourself," you retorted, feeling the crack in your bravado widening under the pressure. But you wouldn't let him see that. You couldn't.

Akira's smirk softened, just a fraction, as he leaned in closer. "One day, doll, you'll realize that fire only makes you more interesting to me."

"Interesting? What am I, a fact? Stop it, Akira. Get out." You pointed furiously at the door, your other hand instinctively covering the bruise on your neck.

"It's amusing how hard you fight," Akira said with a twisted smirk, easily pushing your hands down onto the bed, trapping them beneath his grip. "Even my brother gave up."

"What do you mean?" you asked, trying to slip your hands free. But his smile only grew as he noticed your futile attempt.

"It's futile to do that, doll," he said, his grip tightening. You stopped struggling, realizing you wouldn't break free, and decided to hear him out, if only to buy some time.

"He was weak," Akira began, his voice low and dripping with bitterness. "Yet my parents loved him. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I achieved, he was always the one showered with love and affection. Just because they trusted that shaman.I used to think it was okay. He was my younger brother, after all. Maybe I was lacking something."

You looked at him, seeing a glimpse of the child he once was, desperate for love and approval. But something in his eyes told you there was more, something darker.

"That was until one day," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "my brother accidentally erased my scum of a dad's files while playing a game and blamed it on me. Of course, they believed him. I never felt such pain before. Being hit by that belt till i bled out. That's when I realized it wasn't just my parents who hated me. My brother hated me too. So I killed him."

A chilling silence filled the room as he finished, a dark shadow crossing his face. His smirk returned, but this time it was more twisted, more dangerous.

You stared at him, horror and disbelief mixing in your mind. This man before you wasn’t just sadistic—he was completely unhinged. And the realization that he had been holding this darkness inside him all along sent a new wave of fear through you.