CZARINA

UNCANNY CONVERGENCE

It was midnight, around 12 a.m., when Mors hurried toward Seraphina's house, his intentions shrouded in mystery. The night was still, the air thick with anticipation as he approached the familiar structure. With a practiced ease, he climbed up to Seraphina's balcony, utilizing the assassin skills he had honed since childhood, a legacy passed down through generations of his family.

He retrieved a small, intricately crafted replica of the key to her balcony door from his pocket, its cool metal glinting faintly in the dim light. With deliberate care, he inserted the key into the lock, turning it slowly to avoid any sound that might disrupt the stillness of the night.

The door clicked softly as he pushed it open, slipping inside with the stealth of a shadow.
As he crossed the threshold, the floorboards creaked slightly beneath his weight, a sound that felt magnified in the silence of the room. Yet, Seraphina remained blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of her slumber. He moved with purpose, each step calculated as he approached her sleeping figure, the moonlight casting a gentle glow over her peaceful face.

His rough breath filled the room, mingling with the soft, rhythmic chirping of crickets outside, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. He drew closer to her bed, the anticipation building within him, and finally settled onto the edge of the mattress, the fabric yielding slightly under his weight.
The warmth radiating from her body was palpable, and he found himself captivated by the serene beauty of her slumber, a stark contrast to the dark intentions that had brought him here.

Mors's POV

I could hardly believe that I was finally beside my Czarina, her beauty striking me like a bolt of lightning. She lay there, seemingly untouched by the world, radiating an ethereal grace that made her look like an angel in repose. My fingers reached out, brushing against her hair, and I marveled at its silky texture—so smooth it felt like the softest feather gliding through my grasp.

As I played with her hair, weaving it between my fingers, I couldn't help but notice how blissfully unaware she was of my presence. My sweet Czarina, so innocent and pure, lay there in her dreamscape, oblivious to the turmoil that surrounded her.

The contrast between her serene demeanor and the dark intentions that had brought me to her side sent a thrill coursing through me, a mix of admiration and something deeper that I struggled to understand.

In that moment, she was a vision of tranquility, and I was captivated by the simplicity of her beauty, lost in the delicate strands of her hair that danced softly under my touch.

I trace my fingers along the velvety expanse of her thighs, each pass eliciting a delicious shiver from her form. The softness of her flesh, smooth as the finest silk, creates an irresistible temptation that I find myself unable to resist.

My mind conjures visions of a life shared together, a future where she would bear the exquisite marks of our passion, where even the simplest of tasks would prove challenging in the wake of our lovemaking.

A smug grin plays upon my lips as I envision her delicate frame, trembling with the aftershocks of ecstasy, scarcely able to support her own weight for days on end.

The mere thought ignites a fervent hunger within me, one that I know will only grow with time. Each stolen moment, each whispered promise, feeds the insatiable fire that burns brightly between us. I am consumed by a primal desire, one that I fear I shall never fully satiate. She has awakened something within me, a dark hunger that I cannot—and dare not—restrain. I am lost to her touch, to her scent, to the very essence of her being. And I wouldn't have it any other way.